Where Do You Start
Where do you start?
How do you separate the present from the past?
How do you deal with all the things you thought would last,
That didnπt last?
With bits of memπries scattered here and there,
I look around and donπt know where to start.
Which books are yours?
Which tapes and dreams belong to you and which are mine?
Our lives are tangled like the branches of a vine
That intertwine.
So many habits that weπll have to break
And yesterdays weπll have to take apart.
One day thereπll be a song or something in the air again,
To catch me by surprise and youπll be there again.
A moment in
What might have beenä
Where do you start?
Do you allow yourself a little time to cry,
Or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye?
I guess you try.
And though I donπt know where
And donπt know when
IÏ€ll find myself in love again,
I promise there will always be
A little place no one will see:
A tiny part deep in my heart
That stays in love with you.