Winter and Steaming Coffee

Rewind The Tape

I remember when I was five, pretending to be superman, dancing with a cape

Don't you remember too? Don't you wish you could rewind that tape?

Don't you remember the soft breeze and salt in the air, after a long spring's day?

But you ripped them apart, my past and future self, you threw them away

I remember when I was thirteen, your beautiful lips were on mine

And it was my first date then, so nervous, asking you to be my Valentine

Don't you remember that VCR, the old boombox machine?

That let you play your present second by second, without having to intervene?

I remember when I was eighteen, adulthood and that reaching freedom

That record on a spinning axis, playing your music on an eternal album

You can only hit stop, or let your tape run on play for a hundred years

Letting the tape burn, a film about your life, a legacy that sears