In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
seems like yesterday (rewrite one)
seems like yesterday
we were in the kitchen
it was Christmas eve
and the whole family was there
and my mother was still alive
and my father was still alive
and I hadn't learned to cry
for the ones who went before me
seems like yesterday
the sky was bluer then
we rode our bicycles
down by the railroad tracks
chimney smoke in winter air
warm in long underwear
no reason to be scared
we were all so safe then
why does time move forward
like the cruelest lion
lunging at its prey
razor-fast with every passing day
seems like yesterday
I still remember when
there's all these memories
that no one else can ever know
but nothing's what it seems
time rides on rocky streams
life is but a dream
and you are rowing
and that's all I have to say
hope I didn't overstay
guess I'll be on my way
seems like yesterday
seems like yesterday
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