The sky is blue like me and you,
And you walk away,
but there's nothing more to say.
There's a haze in your eyes that wasn't there before,
a faded, washed away glassiness.
Sitting here in your car,
I stare out the window as the world passes by and it feels like those long years ago.
You play those old tunes on your radio and I find my foot with a mind of its own,
tap-tap tapping to the beat of the rhythm.
We are alike,
you and me,
but we do not look alike.
Words come from your lips,
ancient stories from your youth.
Listening here,
there,
you tell these stories
everywhere.
Not quite silent but only waiting for the time to speak.
Your blond hair is fading more grey with each year that passes,
But your soul,
your spirit
will
never
fade
away.
