As time goes on, I realize just what you mean to me.
Still ticking away after all these years,
I can hear the steady beat
Of the broken Cuckoo Clock;
Faintly filling in the cracked silences of life
With ticks and tocks
For us to waltz to,
But the steps are different now;
And now, now that you’re near, promise your love that I’ve waited to share.
Time has made the wrong assumption
That we become better dancers
If it moves faster,
Ignoring us as we trip and stumble,
Stubbornly refusing to stop and wait
For us to catch up
And dreams, of our moments together,*
We’re learning to dance again,
You and me,
Because when the world seems to go black and white
And we appear to go our separate ways for a time
We always find a way to spin back together,
And while things will never be the way they were,
(Because the older you get, the more complex the dance routine is,
And the harder it is for us to keep in time with the frenzied beats of life)
There’s always a chance
That they’ll change for the better
Color my world with hopes of loving you.
Of stumbling and spinning,
Interweave with thousands of smaller moments
That fill the stage we dance upon
With the same warm glow
That lurks in your eyes,
The glow that reassures me everything will be all right,
And that we will continue to dance.
for my daddy.
the italics are lyrics from Chicago's, *color my world*, by the way.