Passing  Time ©
Words and Music by:  Claude  J.  Hande

I  don't  remember all  the words  that  she  said
The  only  one  I  do  is  goodbye                         
And the name of the road where she lived  
I  can't  recall  to  my  mind
But  burned  in  the  back  of  my  eyes
Are things  that  I  can  see  so  clear

The  red  beetle  she  drove
The blue jeans that she wore
And  her  long  brown  flowing  hair

CHORUS:
Sometimes  memories  seem
Like  a  prison  from  which  to  be  free
But  it  ain't  the sound of  the  words  that  I’ve   heard
It's  the visions  that  get  to me
It’s  a lonely  captive  sentence
 No  need  for  words  to  write
Cause  these pictures  of  you   
Don't   fade  with  passing  time

There's  no  way  I'll  ever  figure out
 Why  things  didn't  work  out  right
Cause  we  had  lots  of  fun  skating  around
Sundaes  on  Friday  night
It  seems  just  like  yesterday
That a  young  man’s life  begins
But  what’s   in  my  past 
I'm not getting back    
Doesn’t  ever  go  dim.

CHORUS:
Now  that  I’m old   I’m  reminded
Of   words  I  could’ve  said
But  seeing  that  girl  standing  there   
Is  gonna  torture  me  ‘til  the living end 

CHORUS:



It’s  a lonely  captive  sentence
 No  need  for  words  to  write
Cause  these pictures  of  you   
Don't   fade  with  passing  time