Stories That Never Get Told

1962

When I'm lost and don't know what to do,

I take myself back to 1962.

Back to when your smile could put a stop to any war,

And I was the queen of being outdoors.

I see us two young fools,

Mistakenly thinking we had nothing to lose.

High above their words of ridicule

Loving you baby was like lighting a fuse.

When I'm cold and confused,

I do what I always do,

And take myself back to 1962.

Going back to late night dances that warm my soul,

And worlds of secret glances.

Your jacket keeps me warm,

And keeps your smell close to me long after you've gone.

My hand in yours can weather any storm,

And looking at you is like finally seeing the dawn

After months of being in the dark.

Every night since you've left,

I lay by myself and dream of you.

With time claiming things I wish it wouldn't.

I cling to you with every memory.

When I look for you and come up empty,

I take myself back to the year of 1962.

For there you'll be in all of your younger glory.

With the entire world laid out in front of.

You look so beautiful standing by the sea,

And I wonder what you ever saw in me.

Honey it has been three years since I said goodbye to you.

God, how I miss the year of 1962.