A Few Old Memories

I am an old man, with a head too full of thoughts

I'd like to clear a few out and make room for some I forgot

Some are scarred and faded, some are just like new

But there's still a few old memories

that I want to make with you

Poetry keeps hiding in the shadows of cliché

When I find the right words, my tongue gets in the way

So, when I say "I love you" it's the best that I can do

‘Cause there's still a few old memories

that I want to make with you

Yesterday comes calling with his hat held in his hand

Knee deep in the tangle of what we got and what we planned

I stop to pray on Sunday that we'll walk in Monday's shoes

‘Cause there's still a few old memories that I want to make with you

I found out the hard way that I can't control a thing

Tomorrow talks a good line, but today pulls all the strings

So, let’s not be remembered for things we didn’t do,

There's still a few old memories that I want to make with you

Yesterday comes calling with his hat held in his hand

Knee deep in the tangle of what we got and what we planned

I stop to pray on Sunday that we'll walk in Monday's shoes

‘Cause there's still a few old memories that I want to make with you

I stop to pray on Sunday that we'll walk in Monday's shoes

‘Cause there's still a few old memories that I want to make with you

Yes, there's still a few old memories that I’m gonna make with you