I sometimes forget the words to a song I’ve heard since I was three feet tall*
A song I’ve sung fourteen or fifteen hundred million times that’s all
A chemical process re-ordering objects
And replacing the spaces in my brain with street names
Until that moment when it starts to play
And the words fall around me like a symphony of memories in rhyme
And all the lines bring back the times of gazing wide-eyed at the sky
Nowadays I take the subway
I left my car down south where it broke down
It’s more efficient this way
I’m not too good of a driver anyhow
The only thing that I miss
Is that feeling of bliss
With the windows down and songs coming on the radio we’re all shouting, singing along
And the words fall around me like a symphony of memories in rhyme
And all the lines bring back the times of gazing wide-eyed at the sky
Nothing like the feeling of familiar
Funny how nostalgia can fulfill you
They say old love never dies
And when I close my eyes
And let my ears inform my mind I know they’re right
And the words fall around me like a symphony of memories in rhyme
And all the lines bring back the times of gazing wide-eyed at the sky