Lyrics

Often how I keep wondering In these minutes of a time and season On from busy hours To remember life, as a time when no one rested Hurried, incomplete Worsened by defeat Of the growing discontented Swept away from life awakened to each day With the sense that no one here will stay And all was lost A book was closed on our lives Song for all time Unfamiliar place, with familiar signs You can never leave them far behind Temporary grief, no prolonged relief Holes are filled with things you still don't need Every friend you've lost Each a single thought Captured in a letter on a shelf Once a year we write, once a year we call But every year there's less to talk about