When I was younger, summer was swimming
Laughing, and people who loved me
A blue sky above me, with no sign of rain
If I went back, would I see that?
Or have I just sugar-coated some synapse?
Are some memories just remedies
To pretty-up times when we were unsteady
Or caught in the rain?
My mother's young father, he ran 'cross the water
One autumn, and never cared to say so long
She swears it don't mean much, she's untouched by it now
If she went back, would she see that?
Or has she just sugar-coated some synapse?
Are some memories just remedies
To pretty-up times when we were unsteady
Or caught in the rain?
I try to figure it, the what and why
Untie another knot in this rope of mine
And sigh a little less
Honey, I do
But sometimes I wonder
If I went back, would I see that?
Or have I just sugar-coated some synapse?
Are some memories just remedies
To pretty-up times when we were unsteady?
If I went back, would I see that?
Or have I just sugar-coated some synapse?
Are some memories just remedies
To pretty-up times when we were unsteady
Or caught in the rain?