I want to go back
To a time long ago
when things moved slow
Before, we raced to our grave
Long before, we had a microwave
You wave at everyone you know
We listened to music on A.M. radio
We took our dates to a drive in
Hopped in the back after the movie begin
We waited all year for the holiday's
For the snow to fall, to take out our sleighs
The first virgin snow to fall on a winter's ground
I can still see it in my mind falling without a sound
We hold these thoughts so close in our memory
Of how simple life used to be.
We try and vision what will be
Try as we might, still can't see
Will, my day become a memory in a year or two.
Only Tomorrow know's, it holds the clue.
Yesterday is history, and tomorrow is a mystery.
It's better not to ponder over the past, nor long for what's to be.
The future is not promised to you nor to me.
Maybe, it's by grasping each minute of the day, lingering slowly, before they pass away.
The days of our past and the days of present will all be memories if, they're all well spent
chris
