Where has time gone, he mutters he lays crumbled into the corner of his bed, letting a reel of "top premier league goals that blew the roofs off the stadium" slide past his gaze.

I have the best opinions when I lose my head and crash out.

Now only lives plans upon plans, in the hole where hope once dwelled.

Part of growing older is when old songs gain new meanings. But don't you hate it when that happens? It's always the sad ones too.