It's taken me years and years to remember
I may forget in a second or so
That often happens at my time and age
The chaos of a lifetime ago
I have hung my hands over a cold steel railing
to watch the leaves floating down the river
You memory drifted through my windblown mind
with the cold lonely twinge of a shiver
I can see your sweet eyes on the murky, cold water
Like you are still calling out to me
But I know there is no going back there
We agreed long ago to let it be
Like syrup raw from Louisiana sugar cane
I smooth out as I get refined and grow older
Like Whiskey from the bottom of the aging keg
Women like me better if I go slower
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