Old Love

I’ve been looking more like my father,
like you said I would some day.
I’m somebody else.
I startle myself
ever since you went away.

But then you walk right through my door
and the rafters rattle and moan.
I turn around.
I remember the sound —
that’s the heart returning home.

Old love, old love,
don’t you find it strange
how the years tear us apart
but old love doesn’t change?

I’ve been dreaming at this piano
as the end of days counts down.
My page is white.
It’s so hard to write.
The world has gotten so loud.

But then I hear you in the kitchen.
The sweetest sound I ever knew.
I think music is people
and if I am fearful
I’ll remember I’m singing for you.

Old love, old love,
don’t you find it strange
how the years tear us apart
but old love doesn’t change?

Words and music copyright of Paul Weinfield/Tam Lin Music Publishing (BMI, 2018)

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