np: Ellis Island
whenever i hear amazing acoustic songs, especially mellow kind of Bob Dylan rock. just gets me to start thinking

remember when we were younger
listening to a song
now in our easy chairs
we can almost smell the moment
that time under the bleachers
passing first base
watching those skies light up
through a purplish July haze
such valuabe memories
held so preciously
within those chords
between the lines
of invaluable words
remember such times when
everything was so simple
baseball games in the park
skating down the street
home before it falls dark
better days at first glance
but now
we're writing tomorrow's tunes
can't you smell the constants?
can't you smell the change?