Time Old and New
To all the nights wasted staring above
White to dark as the sky turns away
Early morning and late summer nights
I sit alone to acknowledge the time passed
But the next time sit and watch I sit with you
And we took a tour of the old and new
Finally the hurricane comes to a stop
Just for a couple of hours
Even though for just an hour
I would only spend it just with you
Radiant stars create a memory
And I hear the train come at two
To all the years I spent with you
Recalling and foretelling days to come
All connected that lead us on a path
So that we would sit on these stairs tonight
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