Comments about Joseph Damico
Sweet Times Gone
I'm holding back from going to see him-
To take a cab to the sad part of town.
Afraid to add to a heart that's grieving
With all those memories hanging around.
We were shy and we liked it fine
Living in back of his pa's garage.
And, oh, that garage lit up like magic
when he picked up that old guitar.
Sweet times gone; they've gone on by.