Old Song

Here’s an old song I used to play
back when I meant every word that I’d say.
Used to sing it, ’til it felt wrong;
now it’s just another tired, old song.

Here’s an old song, with worn out words:
its tune is simple, its ideas absurd.
Used to sing it almost every night;
least until I learned to sing it right.

Everything must fade away;
every color turns to gray.
Ain’t no use in hanging on:
just sixty seconds and the moment’s gone.

Here’s a new song that I just wrote;
haven’t learned it all quite note for note.
Starting singing it to pass the time;
Now it’s getting longer, line by line.

Here’s a new song to learn and sing;
a catchy number that don’t mean a thing.
Starting sharing it with all my friends;
it will go on right until it ends.

Everything must fade away;
every color turns to gray.
Ain’t no use in hanging on:
in sixty seconds’ time, your moment’s gone.

Here’s an old song I wrote just now;
hell, its age don’t matter anyhow.
Thought I’d sing it just to please myself;
ain’t no point in pleasing no one else.

Here’s an old song I used to know;
and I just wrote it a short while ago.
Used to sing it, but I just lost track;
Sent it out and it did not come back.

Everything must fade away;
every color turns to gray.
Ain’t no use in hanging on:
the moment’s over, time to move along.

20 JUN 2012