Four Years Out of Forty (Reunion)
words and music by Bill Pere

Four Years out of forty, it's that high school high
You left me with a pocket full of memories
Teach me how to spread my wings and touch the sky
Then we fly away but we'll be back someday.

Pointed pencils, pointed questions turned the key
Unlocking all the promise there inside of me
No wall is as high as it seems
I can shine like a star as it gleams
Climb any mountain cross any stream
All I needed were dreams

Four Years out of forty, it's that high school high
You left me with a pocket full of memories
Teach me how to spread my wings and touch the sky
Then we fly away but we'll be back someday.

Scattering like chalk dust in the summer wind
New chapters of our songs and stories to begin
No wall is as high as it seems
I can shine like a a star as it gleams
Climb any mountain cross any stream
All I needed were dreams

Four Years out of forty, it's that high school high
You left me with a pocket full of memories
Teach me how to spread my wings and touch the sky
Then we fly away but we'll be back someday.

I can't believe how quickly those few years flew past
They taught me how to live life with a touch of class
No wall is as high as it seems
I can shine like a a star as it gleams
Climb any mountain cross any stream
All I needed were dreams

Four Years out of forty, it's that high school high
You left me with a pocket full of memories
Teach me how to spread my wings and touch the sky
Then we fly away but we'll be back someday.

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