Greg Johnson Old Revolutions
Rock ‘n roll will never die
I read it on a Venice sign
Held by a man with no shirt and no shoes on
He had a smile that seemed to hold a little too long
It easy to just walk on through
And no one really notice you
Like a dream is the sound of the sea
She's always had a hold on me
But old revolutions won't change anything
Won't bring back the king
Can't stop the surf from rolling in
Ghosts of all the rebels gone
A half-remembered song
Stories that always seem just slightly wrong
There's something about the passage of time
That makes a faraway look in your eyes
When there's no one remembers the day
You can be whatever you say
When everything is said and done
You were probably just foolish and young
If the sound disappears from your head
You should assume your youth is finally dead
Old revolutions won't change anything
Won't bring back the king
Can't stop the surf from rolling in
Ghosts of all the rebels gone
A half-remembered song
Stories that always seem to go too long
It's hard to believe that love was ever king around here
I'd say things always were just as they now appear
If there were flowers then I doubt that any ever grew down here
Old revolutions won't change anything
Won't bring back the king
Can't stop the surf from rolling in
Ageing rock 'n rollers never actually in a band
Lots of half-baked theories
That no one understands
Old revolutions won't change anything
Won't bring back the king
Can't stop the surf from rolling in
