It’s just a song
But it echoes of yesterday.
Memories are triggered
By a simple set of chords.
Images floating on by
Regrets or perhaps simply
Happy cherished memories.
The simple power of a song
Was that a good time?
If only I could go back there
Meet people and go back to places
Now long gone and passed by
Perhaps meaningless at the time
Taken in with that fleeting feeling
Of immortality that only comes
With the arrogance of our youth.
