I like to walk down memory lane sometimes. Even though nobody lives there anymore. It makes me sad when I catch my image in the window panes- but, I'm still holding your hand... That's gotta say something!
And I say this...
You feel exactly like you always did. Your hand covers mine and I feel the reassuring squeeze. I'm safe. Then sold. I start to believe it could be six years ago, today, maybe even a year in our future- and I'm still held in the same regard.
I love the way you love me.
Down memory lanes, up challenging hills, over the rainbow-
you know I can get sappy when I get happy.
But you lead and I feel like I'm not really following.
We walk and talk and I forget I'm trying to keep up.
We have a chance to argue and we pass it
and you know what?
I think we have made it to the top.
Where the very best viewing point-
is the one we have... looking back.
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