And as I drive on an empty dark road
Radio playing slow beautiful songs
My mind wanders away from menial
To us and how it all happened
Like an old wine
Beautiful thought
Growing older and better
The way we met and things turned around
Like a stuck record
Beautiful music
Playing the symphony
Melodies to my heart
The way we met and things turned around
Like a grandfather's clock
Beautiful mechanism
Cogwheels fitting perfectly
Like our fingers intertwined
The way we met and things turned around
And as I halt and return to present
Focusing back on the menial
I save you in my mind
For another time
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