Ve been thinkin' bout' the past - How it seems like nothing ever lasts. All the moments and the memories in my Brain spin around to the beginning just the same. You and I were like a song. By the bridge we knew that it was wrong. By the time we had become a throw-away, We'd spent precious years re-writing shades of grey. But I'm not gonna say it - "it's over" - let's hold on for awhile. Give it time. Give me a minute. Maybe tomorrow we'll find everything's fine. Shoulda' known it'd never last. Sinking ships all have a torn up mast. But the comforts of tradition and Routine were holding us together at the seams. Is there a reason to the rhyme? Seeger said "the seasons have their time." I suppose we'll never know the purpose of All the moments that we spend on human love.