The songs always call out to me,
And my heart always answers,
Narrowing the gap,
Between my heart and soul,
This is where the memories are made.

I always seem to connect
To the rhythms and songs,
That actions cannot express,
Finding a way to smile,
This is where the memories are made.

Somehow I find that music explains,
Everything that I find hard to,
Showing me that it's okay
To just be me,
This is where the memories are made.

It's hard to remember what people say,
It's hard to know their thoughts and feelings,
Somehow I find that what I remember most,
Is connected by the melody,
This is where memories are made.

That last song that we sang together,
Still engraved in my head,
That song that played as I walked to meet my future,
I smile when I hear it now.
This is where memories are made.

Tears falling when that song on the radio,
Reminds me exactly of you,
Remembering the moments we spent together,
When I hear your favorite song.
This is where memories are made.