To young and old friends
We meet again
Sitting in a living room
Hope will bring me to her soon
...
I'm seasoning parables
Over faded ideals
A jewel I don't carry in my heart
Sincere fingers create the art
...
Basking
To young and old friends
We meet again
Sitting in a living room
Hope will bring me to her soon
Working
until the evening hides the sun
letting her know
This love is not on the run
Strolling down familiar walked streets
The leaves look all painted
On these side walk streets
No one's eyes are wise
enought to realize
How much you mean to me