Some days he remembers summers
When the rivers ran with wine.
How the June air smelled of happiness
How the taste of life was fine.
The work nearly killed his spirit
He left his money on a bar
Memories aren't just looking back
They tell us where we are.

She crawled into his bed
From the corner of his mind
The piper played, the couples danced
The music struck him blind
Milk and honey filled the days
Pills and whiskey fueled the nights
They tore down all their castle walls
They kicked out the pretty footlights

Some days he remembers autumns
October skies a deeper blue
The Fifties world, so black and white
The Sixties colors brought him through.

He hitched a ride on a circus train
Clowns and jugglers were living poems
Saints and sinners fell in jungle heat
A generation fought at home.

Some days he remembers winters
As just the borderline into spring
We slip and slide and struggle
While we dream of one true thing.
Alibis and pretty lies
Became his only stock-in-trade
He woke alone one morning
Drowning in the mess he'd made.

She crawled into his bed
From the corner of his mind
The piper played, the couples danced
The music struck him blind
Milk and honey filled the days
Pills and whiskey fueled the nights
They tore down all their castle walls
They kicked out the pretty footlights