I want to take a trip back
I hope it’s not too late
I never seems to have the time
But a memory will always wait
The words feel the same
And they always will
If they are gone, the story is complete
If not, then there is time still

It’s just to be in the same room
It’s not that I want something
Though it may seem like nothing
To me it would be everything
I don’t have to think of regret
And there is nothing of haste
Because what happened before
Is a faded line I can always retrace

I’m going back now
To a time called when
To a place called then
And today I think of it again
I can see it with my eyes closed
I can hear it in a song I compose
And though I bleed from thorns
Still, I can always smell the rose

It’s not the time to say goodbye
That is what we say every day
Within each mind’s eye we travel
Will it be the last thing they say
But to see a moment already played
Is to know how much it really meant
And while you wonder about me
I tell you that meaning is where I went