It's a different feeling

3 AM, brains off and lights on,
Thats how our days have gone,
A thousand foolish thoughts, beware of stealing,
How do I tell you, it's a different feeling.

A rusty bike and an endless road,
Couple of friends who left abode,
Remembering the time, that went past wheeling,
How do I tell you, it's a different feeling.

Books were heavy and minds were light,
Group studies usually resulted in fight,
The days were cold and nights were chilling,
How do I tell you, it's a different feeling.

When every second girl becomes a crush,
When hottest discussion was on, 'seeing you blush',
When every such thought induces a tickling,
How do I tell you, it's a different feeling.

When a couple of bucks felt like a treasure,
No words can describe that moment of pleasure,
Friends were life, those voids were filling,
How do I tell you, it's a different feeling.

Times have passed but memories are raw,
We too keep moving as the times flow,
Thinking of a life without businesses and dealing,
Believe me dear, it's a different feeling.