Remember when the music. Came from wooden boxes. Strung with silver wires. And as we sang. The words would set our hearts on fire. To believe in things. So we'd sing. Remember when the music. Brought us all together. To stand inside the rain. And as we'd join hands. We'd meet in the refrain. With dreams to live. And hope to give. Remember when the music. Was the best that we'd dream of. For our's children's time. And as we'd worked we'd sing. Cause we knew time. Was just a lie. A gift to say. A gift that future gave. Remember when the music. Was a rock we could cling to. So we would not despair. And as we sang we'd knew. We'd hear an echo in the air. And if we weren't smiling then. We'd smile again. And all the times I listened. And all the times I heard. And all the melodies I'm missing. And all the magic words. All the beautiful words. All the beautiful voices. And all the choices we had thenI hope you find you got. Those kind of choices once again. Remember when the music. Brought the night. Across the valley. And as we hum the melody. We'd be safe within the sound. So we'd sleep. To awake with dreams. And promises to keep.