A thing or two that I could have said then
Are just memories of a younger madman
But hey the eloquence seems to be missing
From the words of this silly self proclaimed king
And so I stagger stubbornly outside
To run yonder, gaze far and wide
Into a distance I had then dared walk to
Remembered fondly, among a thing or two
As that which has expressed me today
As the man who had walked all the way
From home to the edge, from edge to the same
From the rules of his game to his rules of a game.
Story Of The Footloose 