sitting here (my book of memories)

it was thirty years ago
sheesh I feel so old
I was four miles from Woodstock
and my feet got cold

all my thirteen years
I dreamed of getting high
but somehow my spirit
was not ready to fly

...so I sang myself to sleep again...
...so no one heard but me...
...and I put another dream away...
...in my book of memories...

just a few years later
if the truth be told
I was so lost in true love
that my heart was sold

and I heard his voice
if you know what I mean
and I knew my heart
would always be... seventeen

...and I sang myself to sleep again...
...still no one heard but me...
...and another dream slipped on the shelf...
...in my book of memories...

there came dark years
when I tried to die
there came bright years
good old college try
there came lost years
when love passed me by
there came light years
when I learned to fly

still I never learned to say...
still I never learned mean...
still I never learned to do...
good bye


it was eighteen years ago
I was deep in denial
I heard he was dead.
life was put on trial

then I heard his voice again
and somehow I knew
that I had to live
and I wanted to

and I sang myself awake - alive
but still no one heard but me
another dream that still survives
in my book of memories

see I've sang his songs for myself
like I hear you do for others
and it may be just a dream for me
but I still feel like we're brothers

there was always something that stopped me
from stepping out on the stage
maybe fear, maybe pride, maybe life denied
I just watched the turning page

and I always told myself
I was waiting to share
waiting... for... the one
now sitting here alone
it iss becoming clear
I have not yet begun

for I've only dreamt while I was asleep
singing softly to myself
living in a book of memories
I've created by myself

and I wonder now, if it is too late
sitting here all by myself
is there any worth in the words I wrote
sitting here... up on my shelf


it was just tonight
I read about your show
wishing I was there
but I didn't go

I live far away
feeling old and tired
but reading your words
I felt... inspired...


...so I sing myself to sleep again...
...does anyone hear me?...
...another dream begins and ends...
...in my book of memories...


and now I sing myself to sleep again
it's still comforting for me
another dream of finding friends
to share
my book of memories