how Strange

 

I didn’t want to see your face but I’m a picture of perfect contradiction

Hello again my love let me offer my benediction

I see through fresh-squeezed eyes you’re wearing the new rings of a tree          

Well I fear that a broken bough is all that I’ve grown to be

I’m older than the trunk I climb to reach our memories

Where we listened to the song of the wind before you turned to leaves

 

How strange the things that age you

Wrinkles where you smile

As if laughter took a greater toll

Than all the tears you didn’t cry

 

How often do we say goodbye when it really isn’t good?

How often do we stand up knowing we won’t be understood?

Hello again my love how strange that I used to believe 

your whispers in the song of the wind before you turned to leaves 

 

How strange the things that age you

Wrinkles where you smile

As if laughter took a greater toll

Than all the tears you didn’t cry 

 

How strange the things that age us

Wrinkles made of wood 

Sometimes laughter does what memory

and tears never could

What tears never could

 

© 2016 Words and Music by Nicholas D. Drummond