If You Know What I Mean

When the night returns just like a friend,
When the evening comes to set me free,
When the quiet hours that wait beyond the day
make peaceful sounds in me;
Took a drag from my last cigarette,
Took a drink from a glass of old wine,
I closed my eyes and I could make it real
and feel it one more time.
Can you hear it babe?
Can you hear it babe?
From another time,
from another place,
do you remember it babe?

And the radio played like a carnival tune
as we lay in our bed in the other room,
when we gave it away
for the sake of a dream in a penny arcade,
if you know what I mean.

Here’s to the songs we used to sing,
and here’s to the times we used to know.
It’s hard to hold hem in our arms again
and hard to let them go.

Do you hear it babe?
Do you hear it babe?
It was another time,
it was another place
do you remember it babe?

And the radio played like a carnival tune
as we lay in our bed in the other room,
when we gave it away
for the sake of a dream in a penny arcade,
if you know what I mean.
If you know what I mean.
If you know what I mean;
if you know what I mean.

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