A Song, A Story

They come in the morning

With their brilliant parades

And in every small town

We're losing our names

To the march of new children

In five star brigades

With ten tiny fingers to tear at my veins

My words are not urgent

My melody plain

And all my epiphanies still sound the same

It's a song, it's a story

Of your life and mine

As hard as we try

The words are still intertwined

Somewhere on a rooftop

Two girls watch the sun

Fall down beneath buildings

The day come undone

Without much warning

They both disappear

And the sound of pianos is all you can hear

You're out there somewhere

Awaiting my call

But we get weighed down

By the noise of it all

Then the heart is a big place

To get lost inside

But i hope that you don't think

That I meant goodbye

It's a song, it's a story

Of your life and mine

And as hard as we try

The words are still intertwined

It's a love without pretense

A card not yet sold

But something about this just makes me feel old