Where do you start?

How do you separate the present from the past?



How do you deal with all the things you thought would last?

That didn't last;



With bits of memories scattered here and there

I look around and don't know where to start



Which books are yours?

Which tapes and dreams belong to you and which are mine?



Our lives are tangled like the branches of a vine

That intertwine



So many habits that we'll have to break, and yesterdays

we'll have to take apart



One day there'll be a song or something in the air again

To catch me by surprise, and we'll be there again,

A moment in what might have been...



Where do you start?

Do you allow yourself a little time to cry?

Or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye?

I guess you'll try



And though I don't know where and don't know when

I'll find myself in love again



I promise there will always be

A little place no one will see



A tiny part deep in my heart

That stays in love with you.