Real to Me

The places I've been to The places I'll go There's no way of knowing If I'll ever know We capture these moments To keep for ourselves And come back to them later When we dust off the shelves Memories are flowing through my head As I lie awake in bed There's nothing more real to me Than the thought of a memory The imprints on my heart The sound of a guitar The smell of roses on Valentine's Day Reminds me that it's okay No more vanity, it's family that combats the calamity Running through my veins I look back on those memories and see That I'm not always holding the reigns Memories are flowing through my head As I lie awake in bed There's nothing more real to me Than the thought of a memory Anywhere, anytime I could look backwards, rewind But why would I? When I could look forward Forward These memories are precious things And will not let them go But I will look ahead even so Memories are flowing through my head As I lie awake in bed I'll treasure these memories While I look towards reality Memories are flowing through my head As I lie awake in bed Those thoughts are so real to me But they're not always what I see