Say it Do you really want want to be the way we used to go? Or do you really really really want to be the one who told you so? If this could have been like the other times Or another way too We creep in place But I'm trying not to bend my arms, my love Talkin with your tired eyes again Movin with your peace keepin lips We were two young presidents On a 747 flight Discussions with the Russians last all night We were two young presidents Say it We could play Cinnamon Girl We could play it slow But all I really want is to let her go Tell me where you've been, boy Now tell me where you've been If this could have been like the other times Or another way too We creep in place But I'm trying not to bend my arms, my love I was talking talkin with my tired eyes again Followin your peace keepin lips We were two young presidents On a 747 flight Discussions with the Russians last all night We were two young presidents