Old News

Old news Printed on the places that I see Old news Written on the faces staring back at me Old times In every conversation that I have Old news Flowing like the waters around my feet Old news Sometimes I get choked up and I can't breathe Old times Replaying in my head in the dead of night There's old Jim, sat down by his window Looking up to heaven, thinking of his daughter; Wondering hows she doing, is she thinking of him Remembering what he said or that he ever loved her? Old news Hanging around, littering up this street Old news Flows in my veins, it's a part of me Old times Cutting like the lines into my forehead No, I can't change the past No, I can't change the past But somehow I've got to turn the page over