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
—
what would it do to you
if i should fade away
like sunset into sunrise
at the dawning of the day?
when death’s defied
we’ll be the bride
and in the earth that was your birth
our particles collide
—
and maybe that’s just
part of growing old
remembering, revising
all the stories that we told
when we were young
and tried to grow
all the seeds we’d never sow
now
—
you and i makes we
we means us, you see
embers, ashes, dust to dust
you’re always part of me
—
so maybe that’s the reason we grow old
remembering, revising
all the stories that we told
when we were young
and didn’t know
all the love that keeps us close
now
