Grease

                                  We've been here before

In a gravel lot, by the back door

We move the same

We say the same things

And the same song plays on the radio



Time for the show

And the road was long and slow

And I'm growing old

I was a boy not long ago



What happens to youth?

What happened to truth?

What happened to me?

This song won't change a thing



No, but the people want it all

The dancing bear, the bouncing ball



Oh, I hope they want it all

Or the same song plays on the radio



Time for the show

And the road was long and slow

And I'm growing old

And the highways take a toll



Time for the show

And the road was long and slow

And I'm growing old

I was a boy not long ago