Canvas of My Memory

Old school tie and blue sky and tired shoes
Across the village green
Endless breezy summer days
And sure that I would always stay at seventeen

If I close my eyes, I can see it all
Just the way it used to be

Like a painter adding colour
To the canvas of my memory

I knew it all at twenty-two
All the plans were made
And all the deals were done
We were living high on level ten
Spending every weekend in the sun

Then the picture changed
We came on down to earth
As two became a three

And all the while I kept right on adding
To the canvas of my memory

Places, faces, people change
I'm done with running races
Like I used to do
He's there where I used to be
And you've all gone your way
And I know I have too

Every now and then we think about
The road we've traveled, where we used to be

And I guess I'm still touching up the detail
On the canvas of my memory

Leaning on the big glass door
As sunlight pours into my living room
Face against the pane
I feel the winter
Melt into the afternoon

When I look at them I look at you
And know it's your face that I will see

Smiling from the masterpiece
Upon the canvas of my memory

Smiling from the masterpiece
Upon the canvas of my memory

Smiling from the masterpiece
Upon the canvas of my memory