Текст Chris August – Posters

I used to hang some posters in my room
I filled the wall with guys I looked up to
If you could dunk the ball form the free throw line
Or a winning shot made just in time

I’ve kept a record of my dreams
Since I was just a kid in little league
Bottom of the 9th, they chant my name
I swing the bat and win the game
I’ve kept a record of my dreams

And oh, looking back it’s funny
There wasn’t any limit to my dreams
And oh, maybe it’s just funny
Cause somewhere, they are still inside of me

I used to hang some posters in my room
But now there’s just an artsy piece or two
I miss the days of being young
Oh, growing up is not that fun
Maybe I’ll get some posters for my room