There's a way to win
so tell yourself again
But understanding is such a bigger word
all the more you get older
Still the mail comes in
Then the late March winds
Soon the holiday lights are taken down
without much fascination
Was there magic
Did you miss it
All the songs of life and love and laughter
that never got written
There's a human voice
beyond the touch tone choice
but how long do we have to wait
just for communication
Somewhere a fiery heart
with a thousand false starts
Move the trash to the street on Sunday nights
without much fascination
Was there magic
Did you miss it
All the songs of life and love and laughter
that never got written
that never got written
that never were written

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