He sees her in the window
Staring down at him
Her faithful servant
In the world of not to be

They were once together
So heavenly
Romeo met his Juliet
Two hearts who did believe
In all that is good
That they were meant to be
Together forever
Indeed endlessly

But love and fate did combine
And did disappoint  
Their love exists but they’re apart
She gives him a sign
That she still cares
A smile and a wave
Then she turns away
She can’t bring back
Their yesterday

I can’t stop the tears
They don’t do me any good
They arrive whenever I think of you
I wish I understood
Why you didn’t love me
Lord knows I tried
I hoped you would
Oh, how I cried
But love is evanescent
And dreams are only that
Tears are such a poor substitute
For reconciling with the past

Sometimes it just turns out that way
No matter what you do
No matter what you say
Sometimes it just turns out that way

Friends and lovers were in my path
Now too many are in my past
I regret the loss
Yes, and the cost

Life is measured by love
When I consider my history
It’s the love I shared
That matters most
The most to me
I’m lucky to have loved
Lucky, lucky me

You are ever in my thoughts
Always in my heart
I will always love you
Just as I did from the start
Even though we’re not together
We’ve never been apart
For the love we share
Will always be there
A true work of art

When it comes to us, I’m chasing the wind
I’ll never catch up and there is no end
This safari into the unknown
Destiny propels me into the love zone

Where does the wind come from?
I’d sure like to know
It just arrives, then off it goes
Don’t be left behind
Or you’ll never know
It carries us
A mystery show

Ah, the wind
The mighty wind
Here we go with it
Into the sky
The mighty wind
Taking us in
Don’t even ask why

Let’s take a walk down Memory Lane
So much to see
Lovers and others I discover
Such history
My first kiss
My first love
The young ‘un who was me
What I learned
What I lost
Regrets for sure
Good times with good friends
What came to be
Older, somewhat wiser
Checking out the past
Measuring, reminiscing
Remembering what lasts

Brooding, intense, with furrowed brow
Jeremy surveys his audience
Forty years on, still belting out the songs
That made him famous
With a touch of resignation he goes on
The first is up-tempo
He’s there to do a job
Conjuring memories
He gives them what they want
Throws in some new ones
To keep himself interested
There’s always an encore
Then he’s off

It’s his annual tour
Work he must
Given the royalties that diminish
Thank God he’s still got the stuff
That voice so powerful, so recognizable
The fans are stalwart
They keep him alive
He sings for their pleasure
He’s a pro who does strive
To give them a thrill
He’s still got the drive

It’s his life
His mission
His raison d’etre
An artist he is
Doing his best