Lyrics

It's a stained cup and an open door
It's those lines that weren't there before
And it's a hug in the station
Telling yourself to be patient

It's a smile without any shame
An old book, a forgotten game
It's a 'Have you been eating well?'
Breathing in that familiar smell

It's the stars that are always bright
And favourite clothes that fit too tight
It's hobbies dropped along the way
And records that we used to play

It's an old bed with a new sheet
Finding yourself back in the back seat
Sometimes tiring, maybe a strain
Always a shelter in the rain

It's something old and something new
Doesn't feel quite like it used to
It's the way it was way-back then
That always brings me home again

Friends grown old and new ideas
Never as good and the same old fears
A reminder how time goes fast
It's a holiday in the past


© Claudio & Russ Peake, 2008