Thought i was light years ahead of themBut i was blind they were only milesLight years ahead of them, he must be right
I was only pretending to be just another wannabeA love supreme in flip flopsThere might be peacocks in disguiseYou’d better practice your passing shotsBeware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs
You were born in Christchurch babyListen to the bellsThey’re ringing again in your earsThey resound in the eveningThey resound when you’re youngThey’re sound in the morningThey resound when you’re getting old/get things done

Feel young and freeWhen the sun shines above meThe sounds of the city fill my heart with joy and beautyFountains of champagne to celebrate the next dayMy generation’s full of optimismWhat does it take?What does it take to be here today?