If we return to the places we lived in before We turn from all that we've gained If we lived out a life that we struggled to change Just to turn back the calendar page Then we'd see that our memory betrayed us We'd see what had frightened us so We'd hear all the voices that fall silent now Pieces of years long ago Some people say if you live in the past It'll make sight much clearer today The turning and turning of gears in their heads Screaking from rust and decay Then tomorrow is just incidental, awful, deliberate and slow Turning alone like a clock on a shelf Backward to years long ago I cannot live in the past anymore Don't need to understand why The smile on your face blows the vacuum away Gone with the wink of your high Can we rearrange furniture sleeping Grab hold and never let go Buy some news shoes and walk you and me Away from the years long ago
© Tom Stevens
© Tom Stevens