Count
the words...

Like the hell my shoes are,
can't walk straight with'em...

He is just a part of my life
just as she might be his whole life...

People of centuries gone by
visiting my little corner of the world...

They say he is dead
I dreamt him...

all that must be said and done,
never utterly we did them, just one...

You are teasing
old times...

The same thing
over and over again...

You do remember
you do you do...

One generation later
He came instead of his dad...

Do they know
me...

To look
at his face...