Talkbox Tango

When you’re seven,

summer lasts forever,

Every sunset feels a million miles away.

You count the days ’til Christmas morning,

And a single year feels longer than today.

The sidewalk cracks are maps to distant kingdoms,

The backyard oak’s a mountain you can climb.

You think the world is waiting just for you,

And there’s always plenty left of time.

But the tides of time keep rolling,

Silent as the moonlit sea.

One wave steals a day,

another takes a season,

Till the years drift out

beyond the reach of memory.

You blink and you’re eighteen,

standing at a crossroads,

Certain that forever’s just ahead.

You blink again, the mirror’s telling stories,

Of dreams you chased and words you never said.

(yeah, yeah)

It feels like only yesterday we laughed there,

Barefoot in the rain beneath the sky.

Now the calendar says ten years have vanished,

And you can’t quite explain where they went by.

The tides of time keep rolling,

Carrying our footprints from the sand.

One minute turns to moments,

moments turn to decades,

Like water slipping softly through your hands.

So hold the midnight talks and morning coffees,

The messy days that seem to move too slow.

Because the things we rush to leave behind us Become the places

someday we’ll want to go.

And when the years are racing like a river,

And every season seems to fly,

May we remember life was never measured

By the clock, but by the hearts we touched along the tide.

The tides of time

keep rolling, But love can leave a lighthouse in the dark.

And though the waves may carry every moment,

The brightest ones

stay anchored in the heart.