NOSTALGIA

I WAS LOOKING AT YOUR BACK
YOU'VE GROWN A LITTLE THINNER
WHEN I SEE YOU
YOUR FACE ALWAYS TURNS KIND
I WAS CLUTCHING MY KNEES AND SOBBING
HOW MANY TIMES DID I GET SCOLDED BY YOU?

THE DREAMS
THAT I DREW ON THE FOGGY WINDOWS
WITH MY FINGERS
EVEN IF I TRY TO TRACE THEM
NOW THEY'RE ALREADY BLURRED
AND DISAPPEARING
BEYOND THE STEAM
YOUR WORN OUT HUMMING SOFTLY SOUNDS OUT

EVEN THOUGH IT'S IMPROPER
EVEN THOUGH IT'S NOT THE KIND WAY
THE TRUTH IS THAT I SHOULD BE ABLE TO GO TO SEE YOU
YOU MADE THE PAIN GO AWAY
FROM THE CUT WHEN I SKINNED MY KNEE
WHEN DID YOUR FINGERS LOSE THEIR MAGIC?
OR IS IT THAT MY HEART
HAS STOPPED BELIEVING IN THAT SPELL?

I SEE THE CLOUDY WINTER WEATHER
REFLECTED THROUGH THE CAR WINDOW
I WONDER
IF I AM ANYTHING
LIKE THE ME FROM THAT DAY
WHEN I WAS WAITING FOR YOU