SHIFTING
I look at you and can't remember
what it was we had.
Should I be missing some September ?
Should I be feeling sad ?
It's kind of odd. It's very strange.
I do recall your face,
but I don't care what you call your name,
or what the time and place.
Chorus
Memories are hollow footsteps,
that echo through my heart.
My mind has cobwebs like regret,
that I'm too tired to start.
I'm not into "retreat" - Baby.
I'm just shifting to "depart".
"Goodbye" is now my favorite saying.
"Hello" is just a passing thing.
There's no need to be delaying.
Just this one last song to sing.
I look at you and wonder where
you'll be going now.
I don't have the heart to care,
but I'll miss you anyhow.
Chorus
Memories are hollow footsteps,
that echo through my heart.
My mind has cobwebs like regret,
that I'm too tired to start.
I'm not into "retreat" - Baby.
I'm just shifting to "depart".
. . .Shifting to "depart" . . .
( © 2003 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty J. Curtis )
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