Tears in nineteen sixty two
and more in sixty four
I sometimes wonder to myself
what all the crying's for.

We move on through this life we think we own.
hone the skills we learn
then throw it all away
as the tears we know so well return.

If only we had known in sixty four or laughed
in sixty two
If only we could go back there
and change the things we thought we knew.

Well
I don't know, I never did and it pains me so to say
I wouldn't work back through the time
no matter what the pay.
I am happy what today has brought and didn't think that it could be ,that the year of twenty thirteen
is the best year yet for me.