“… and i’m getting a lot of work done.” — God help the girl, “stills“
(that song has nothing to do with this song, by the way. the lyric is a nice hook, though.)
(by the way again, i’m not good at writing songs. at all. so don’t laugh. this is just the first draft.)
(also, i am not good at writing music. but i did. sorta. i can sing it, at least.)
(so here it is, my “singing in the car on the way home to lunch” song. a rumination song.)
— — —
there’s silver in my hair
there’s creases in your face
we’ve had so much to learn about
this strange and different place
that years flew by
and children died
but still the world seems new again
when particles collide
—
maybe that’s just
part of growing old
remembering, revising
all the stories that we told
when we were young
and didn’t know
all the things
we’d never show
now
