Canvas of My Memory

Old school tie and blue sky and tired shoes Across the village green Endless breezy summer days And sure that I would always stay at seventeen If I close my eyes, I can see it all Just the way it used to be Like a painter adding colour To the canvas of my memory I knew it all at twenty-two All the plans were made And all the deals were done We were living high on level ten Spending every weekend in the sun Then the picture changed We came on down to earth As two became a three And all the while I kept right on adding To the canvas of my memory Places, faces, people change I'm done with running races Like I used to do He's there where I used to be And you've all gone your way And I know I have too Every now and then we think about The road we've traveled, where we used to be And I guess I'm still touching up the detail On the canvas of my memory Leaning on the big glass door As sunlight pours into my living room Face against the pane I feel the winter Melt into the afternoon When I look at them I look at you And know it's your face that I will see Smiling from the masterpiece Upon the canvas of my memory Smiling from the masterpiece Upon the canvas of my memory Smiling from the masterpiece Upon the canvas of my memory