Only looking through Old images Do I understand She carries albums in her mind From another time When the sun gave light in a different tint Her mother wearing hazel print And though some remember doubt and fear She remembers colourful years And I'm not so radical I still have my affinities For the 20th century I have a driver's license and one day I will drive her to the city that left this mark on me I know our parents dreams were innocent Buy a house to shelter a couple of kids And if the world didn't blow up by then They'd grow up to do the same again Now she tells me not to blame them For what became their great obsession For open arms that ceased extending Or believing the world had finished mending Here's a photograph of a young girl looking shyly into the camera Wearing a shirt that reads Australia Holding a rare butterfly in her hands And I wish that I could visit there Be the air around her Hear the secrets she might tell Then but not now