Family Tree Dates Back To
Angers, France 1549

Ken Menard
PO Box 690580
Charlotte, NC 28227

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm Going Back To The Days

It's late on a Friday, in this little town of delight
And it's that eerie quiet, that slices through the night
I'm here all alone, no one else is inside
But I feel your presence, and it's not helping me thrive

There were other times, when I felt you around
I'd look in the mirror, and see you in town
I saw your hunger, and the life that you made
Your ghostly impressions, always haunting the day

I'm going back to my past, when the sun would shine
When the stars were bright, in this heart of mine
I'm going back to the days, filled with memories
Of the drinks we shared, in our love filled days

As I wander around, keeping thoughts to my own
I see your name is etched in greystone
Your expired too young, never seeing the world
And the stars shine upon you like a precious white pearl

Well it's your move now, cause I moved too much
And the stars stopped dancing without your touch
It's that time of year, when the leaves go red
That's when I lost you, asleep in this bed

I'm going back to my past, when the sun would shine
When the stars were bright, in this heart of mine
I'm going back to the days, filled with memories
Of the drinks we shared, in our love filled days



 


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Copyright, Ken Menard 2011