These Days

Opened up a book of lyrics
Words scribbled on the lines
Thoughts once started, never finished
So much promise, so little time

Raw emotions on faded paper
Stuck inside an old desk drawer
Waiting for the day I’d come back
To find what I was looking for

These days I’m playing
For no one else but me
These days I’m playing
To find out who I can be

At a time in life so afraid
My heart weary to be harmed
Not willing enough to take the chance
To write love upon your arms

Forty years since down this old road
The twists and turns near the end
Lost stanzas and melodies calling me
Can you help me out my dear friend

These days I’m playing
For no one else but me
These days I’m playing
To find out who I can be

Forgotten love and long lost youth
Time remembered while others gone
Pen and pencil inspirations
In half written theme book songs

Never too late to find redemption
To finish what we started in the day
Moments and dreams should be completed
As we grow out playing these days

These days I’m playing
For no one else but me
These days I’m playing
To find out who I can be

These days I’m playing
For no one else but me
These days I’m playing
To find out who I can be