I sometimes forget the words to a song I've heard since I was three feet tall* A song I've sung fourteen or fifteen hundred million times that's all A chemical process re-ordering objects And replacing the spaces in my brain with street names Until that moment when it starts to play And the words fall around me like a symphony of memories in rhyme And all the lines bring back the times of gazing wide-eyed at the sky Nowadays I take the subway I left my car down south where it broke down It's more efficient this way I'm not too good of a driver anyhow The only thing that I miss Is that feeling of bliss With the windows down and songs coming on the radio we're all shouting, singing along And the words fall around me like a symphony of memories in rhyme And all the lines bring back the times of gazing wide-eyed at the sky Nothing like the feeling of familiar Funny how nostalgia can fulfill you They say old love never dies And when I close my eyes And let my ears inform my mind I know they're right And the words fall around me like a symphony of memories in rhyme And all the lines bring back the times of gazing wide-eyed at the sky