walk in, set down your keys, flop onto the bed
knowing that there's something else you should do
besides lay down your sleepy head
looking into the inside of your eyelids
... you sigh as you drift off instead
and you see her about a year before
smiling back at you, easy and light hearted there
priceless lips, shining eyes
you long to see this girl again
and you see yourself about a year before
holding on to hope and believing that everything good was coming
confident, without a care
if only you were still that man
That one wakes your conscience,
Back to reality, but your eyes refuse to open
So you keep watching
Remembering that now the picture is dimmer
Fuzzier. The sound quality is not that good.
The lips are still priceless, and you still feel hope
But you wonder, is she still that girl, am I still that man?
That one moves your heart
And your eyes obey.
If you ever hope that you're both still in the right place...
You have reach out and call.