Today's teardrops are tomorrow's rainbows.
Pretty Polynesian baby over the sea, I remember the night, when we walked in the sands of Waikiki and I held you oh so tight.
If memories were all I sang, I'd rather drive a truck.
To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.
You can't please everyone so you gotta please yourself.
In the town of broken dreams the streets are filled with regret, maybe down in lonesome town I can learn to forget.