A.C. EVERSON
ECHO’S AND TRACES OF USED TO BE
I’ve been here before
You know the place
That’s changed
Like life moving on
Slightly or more so
Rearranged
Some times it’s the spice
The keeping me
On my toes
The knowing
Tomorrow only knows
What’s next
I like the recycled places
With echo’s and traces
Of used to be
I’ve been this way before
On that old road
That went that way
Now this
I almost missed
The last turn
I’m going in the
Right direction
Driving through
Murky recollection
It’s where
I’m going today
I like some of
The new ways
To old places
With echo’s and traces
Of used to be
I’ve seen this face before
It was at that thing
I some times have
Trouble remembering
I’m pretty sure
It wasn’t a dream
Though memories can seem
Just like that
I like the old faces
Some new ways
And old places
With echo’s and traces
Of used to be