the Bright(on) memory

-Brighton Beach- Allan Taylor
Young girl, so pretty
Young boy, not a hair on his face
They're looking out at the big wild world
This was their time, this was their place
He says,"One day I will make you mine"
we'll be together 'til the end of time"
Brighton beach in nineteen fifty-nine

Young woman, flowers in her hair
Young man plays a mean guitar
So cosmic, but this is the Sixties
Everything is far out, way too far
Revolution is "stoned" and they don't care
New York in nineteen sixty-nine

Everybody changes as time goes by
But we can make if we try
Another city, bright lights
A winning streak, you're hitting the heights
Another face you want to get to know
Everybody syas it's the "way to go"

Maybe you came on just a little too strong
Maybe you played too hard
And it all went wrong
But it was London town
In nineteen seventy-nine

Change partners, change of scene
Kids get stuck somewhere in-between
No problem, we can work it out
But things get broken, and people shout
She feels guilty
Thinking she should have stayed
He gets sacred cause the bills aren't paid
It was somewhere in suburbia
In ninetten eighty-nine

Take it easy,take it slow
There's not much more you need to know
Looking back on the times you've had
Hang on to the good, forget the bad
Take one last look down memory lane
It's good to be starting over again
Brighton beach nineteen ninety-nine