Song Description

A song about dreams and memories that come up looking at the covers of my old records.

Lyrics

Sometimes I look at the covers of my old records
just like a book but you have to read it backwards
'bout roads you took, `bout faded dreams and efforts of yesterday.

Just like a journey to almost forgotten places
Every page you turn reminds you of well known faces
A lesson to learn about the hidden traces on your way.


And it's a long road from where it all began
And in between there were many dues to pay
And a long road to where it all will end
but in between there are many songs to play in between.

I can still remember I got my first record player
in my small chamber listening all night and day
in these days of November I started drifting away in my dreams.

Now in between forty years are gone
And it might seem the little boy is grown
But some of the dreams and most of them old songs they're still the same.

It's a long road from where it all began
And in between there were many dues to pay
And a long road to where it all will end
but in between there are many songs to play in between.

Sometimes I look at the covers of my old records ...