Reminiscing What I Never Knew- by: unknown forgotten
Out the window I watch the wind blow the tree's vigorously
I'm like a falling leaf blowing in the wind
Just trying to fit in like the rest
I have not but one year and one half past in this place
Nothing to look back to
Nothing to reminisce
Only what I've lived
My California dreams are forgotten
A past that lingers somewhere in the distance
Only of hate and love lost
I live only in the present trying to live
And everyday day forget a little bit of those California dreams
My life consists of but one year and one half
None of which have been so great to recall
Sure people I've met, places I've gone
But nothing I can hold to the heart
Nothing I can hold to my heart
There's a lot of nostalgia in these winter months
We huddle inside and tell stories I never knew
I've got nothing but one year and one half
And nothing worthwhile to say
I've nothing worthwhile to say
We remember the way things were
They make us glad
Then we remember the way things were
They make us sad
We look around and see the changes so hard
We look to the moon contemplating what happened when
What went right
What went wrong
Out the window I watch the wind blow the tree's vigorously
I'm like a falling leaf blowing in the wind
Just trying to fit in like the rest
I have not but one year and one half past in this place
Nothing to look back to
Nothing to reminisce
Only what I've lived
My California dreams are forgotten
A past that lingers somewhere in the distance
Only of hate and love lost
I live only in the present trying to live
And everyday day forget a little bit of those California dreams
My life consists of but one year and one half
None of which have been so great to recall
Sure people I've met, places I've gone
But nothing I can hold to the heart
Nothing I can hold to my heart
There's a lot of nostalgia in these winter months
We huddle inside and tell stories I never knew
I've got nothing but one year and one half
And nothing worthwhile to say
I've nothing worthwhile to say
We remember the way things were
They make us glad
Then we remember the way things were
They make us sad
We look around and see the changes so hard
We look to the moon contemplating what happened when
What went right
What went wrong
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