Silly Old Thing

I have this photo from decades ago In a water stained, crumbling cardboard frame She looks like me, my great grandmother When we were 17 with our heads full of dreams I don't want to let go of these dreams They say you never know, but I know everything About how the same days keep coming around What looks like a new path is the same old ground If I walk long enough I'll arrive where I started This silly old thing A string of pearls and an early spring rose All that's left is this photo from decades ago The shape of our lips and the shade of our eyes When we were 17 with our heads full of dreams I don't want to let go of these dreams They say you never know, but I know everything About how the same days keep coming around What looks like a new path is the same old ground If I walk long enough I'll arrive where I started This silly old thing