big jacket, big boots and a security
thinking everywhere was here
floating bark pieces in the gutter
naive to compare destiny
nostalgia
floating in the rivers of fate
many a times I picked a dandelion
and blew the seeds in the air
wishing for everything
if I only I knew it was where I stood
back where I stood in a later decade
mind wrenching visions of familiar scenes
we crossed the raging river
that was now just a little stream
nostalgia
we crossed the river
for new nostalgia
retracing the paths we made
now overgrown with life
the backyards of our wanderings
now crossed with twenty-two strides
and I'm sick of this torture
I'm sick of feeling shame
regretting who I am
someday this will be nostalgia
it will seem much better than now
I struggle ahead to look behind
Written and performed by Derek White ©1989
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