The Key

In the Summer that I graduated school
Harry Chapin lost his life
It was the summer of my first woman
But, not the type of girl who became my wife

Funny as it sounds things were different then
Somewhat clean and somewhat free
But memories have a way of being kind
More so, it was the Summer that I found the key

Tell me what do you want to do?
Tell me what do you want to do?

I've been searching all of my life
And I'm praying twice as much
And all I have is a few bucks
But I've got your love
And a whole lot of good luck
What do you want to do?

Now the years they keep a rolling
Like a runaway train
Like a 16 year old with energy to burn
But even he will once be twice his age
Looking for the punk songs of his blue haired days
What do you want to do?
What do you want to do?

Tell me what do you want to do?
Tell me what do you want to do?

What do you want to do?
What do you want to do?
Where you go, what you know and how it goes
Where you go, who you know
Tell me what you want to do?