The milky way stirs my soul
the spoon slides through the dream
Stars like sugar drops crash through clouds
like the coffee merging with the cream.
Look Heaven can be seen
Angels glisten like pure gold
Beneath the stars I see my lost ones
reaching out for their hand to hold.
The stars continue to shine
the night grows cold
I know that they are there still
waiting for me to grow old.

The milky way stirs my soul
the spoon slides through the dream
Stars like sugar drops crash through clouds
like the coffee merging with the cream.
Look Heaven can be seen
Angels glisten like pure gold
Beneath the stars I see my lost ones
reaching out for their hand to hold.
The stars continue to shine
the night grows cold
I know that they are there still
waiting for me to grow old.

"He that shouts loudest will be heard"
Said the man at the back of the queue
The rest of the people waiting observed
to see what he would actually do.
"Them that live the longest they know alright!"
The people waiting were now slightly bemused.
They wondered if in his head he was quite right
or if indeed he was just very confused.
The man at the back went very quiet in the queue
An air of mystery started to spread
They wondered if he was real like you do
He that shouts the loudest will be heard he had said.
Well that man at the back did not exist
We all have a voice in which to express how we feel
That being the case how could we resist
Them that live the longest know that that is real.

I can cheerfully say
my life would be empty without you.
The days would drag themselves along
every little thing you say, each thing you do
my heart rejoices and breaks into song.
My heart sings just for you, it beats just for you
Loving you is easy, I fall weak at my knees
Without you the day would be hard to get through
there would be no sunshine  no leaves on the trees.
The seas would run dry, streams turning to sand
there would be no tears left for me to cry,
I would no longer hold you by the hand
No fish in my pan for me to fry.
The days would be without time
There would be emptiness all around
My lemon would be looking for its lime
and the radio would be without sound.
I would live in a silenced world day by day
No song, no birds to whistle that is true
I can imagine I would have nothing to say
I will stay for the end of time, I think in loving you.

I walk into a room without thinking why
Why am I questioning myself I haven't a clue
I do silly things without reason, why
It is strange as I really wish I knew.
As I get older the days get shorter
Years turn into months so it seems
The hand on the clock is in denial I believe
Either that or it is in one of my dreams.
My hair has turned white under the radar
The old dye cannot be tricked anymore
Wrinkles fail to iron themselves out
the moisturiser has been shown the door.
The old age thing is creeping on too fast
Questions, forever questioning myself
where has time gone, where do seconds go
is there somewhere, some mysterious shelf.
It is like the shelf in my mind, the blank page
where things get put until the day I die
Then when my life flashes before me
I shall be demanding to know the old "why".

Life is like a merry go round
going round in circles all of the day
Sitting on a cold, golden horse
well, at least he knows the way.
Because one can get very lost
trapped in all sorts of ropes
some will tether you to shackles
some will give you a bit of slack
But the horse knows at the back
it is not always those finishing first
the winner
the hare and the tortoise sorted that
it is those that went the correct course
those that did the full nine yards
that achieve their merry go round.

There was never a time
a time when life was dull
There was never a moment
a moment packed full
full of surprises, to please.
I was never one to reduce to tears
but were they tears of happiness?
Maybe they were, who is to know
it is such a long time ago
when tears of happiness came.
And that in itself is a crying shame.
My hand was always in his
whenever we strolled down the lane
Now it is not quite the same
my hand is deep in my pocket
my pocket full of regrets
those regrets come with worry
but they are buried deep now.
And that worry does not surface.
It will, maybe one day, one day too late.
But there was never a dull moment
no hand on heart not in the pocket
there was never a dull moment.