i know all the songs that made you cry oh like imagine and the cats in the cradle that song always made me sick oh now its on and i cant keep the tears from rolling time and times ill let em know about you babe how you were true and free and wild oh young lovers lying on the trestle down through the tracks swollen river hold it there baby dont move a muscle cmon do you love me god i love you reverberation another train coming gotta get movin gotta get moving i dont wanna i dont wanna i dont wanna she said come on babe its time to go they told me you were dead before you died oh that your mind was gone you were broken no not the girl id known with a bottle of boones farm and a crown of summer flowers time and times so many years have come and gone im just trying to hold on to those young lovers lying on the trestle