Memories

too soon old
and too late smart
my father used to say
when we're old and grey
and too worn out to play
we finally know the rules of the game

what I'd give to go back there again
and walk back through a few of my younger days
that foolish kid
who turned into me
would be a little smarter today

so many sweet things lost
we didn't know the cost
how much they would be worth
now, many years down the road
I stagger with the load
that breaks my heart into
memories

what I'd give to go back there again
and walk back through a few of my younger days
that foolish kid
who turned into me
would be a little smarter today

the file drawers of my mind
with me all the time
have some things under "R" for regret
but there are so many more
that send me out the door
in search of what I can't remember yet

we can never ever go back there again
to rerun even one of our younger days
but the memories
that stay with us now
make us a little wiser today

(yeah, it's a song)