Harry's Garden
. . . where I learned . . .
and it's the same old same old nothing changes, I wish it did it feels like everything changes, when you are a kid growing up seems to fix you in one time and place but in the real world everything changes except the look... on her face . . . it was twenty years ago in human years I needed one more fare to make my night she raise her arm to flag my taxi down and I still don't know wrong from right it took a while for us to realize then that we knew each other too well each of us a piece of each other's heaven and just enough of each other's hell and each time she makes it beautiful and each time I make it light for when things get too heavy I seem to watch myself take flight my heart will always fall for her my mind will run away my soul, who knows where my soul goes maybe this time I will stay... I hear the old song start to play . . . see she was gonna be an actress and I was gonna learn to fly so she took off for the footlights and I took off to find the sky and there she's acting happy inside her handsome walls and me, I'm flying in my taxi... still some old memory calls it was ten years ago in long moments and it still feels like yesterday I pulled my taxi up to the address and heard the old song start to play and felt the irony of coincidence and heard the melody of fate and wondered about the difference between the search and the wait and once again she made it beautiful and once again I slipped away and once again I'll respect privacy and say that's all I'm gonna say . . . cuz she was gonna be an actress and I was gonna learn to fly and though the roles change the dreams stay the same no matter what we deny and we found out being happy was not just chasing a dream but it was living the way we wanted to and not somewhere in between... for me she's always... (seventeen) what might have been it was tonight as I drove home in my padded limosine I could still hear the audience I could still feel seventeen and she sat there next to me and smiled and you might think it was strange as she curled up on my shoulder and said Harry... keep the change . . . I don't know if I was dreaming I wouldn't tell you if I knew cuz this dream is too good to wake up even if it never came true . . . and it's the same old same old nothing changes, I wish it did it feels like everything changes, when you are a kid growing up seems to fix you in one time and place but in the real world everything changes except the look... on her face Same Old Same Old (For Harry and Sue) Ric Candor ©1999  EMAIL
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