Then Again from Silver Birch by Little Wise

Then Again

Moments of clarity don’t come no more
That red guitar just hangs on my wall
Ever since I heard the worst of news

I shuffle my feet as the day goes by
Another day ends with the longest of sighs
I miss those sweet summers that never end

Then again there’s the open road in front of me
Then again there’s the owls that are nesting in my tree
Then again there’s my love, she watches over me
Well I guess that’s why they call it bittersweet

Well I caught the blues just like you caught the flu
From my head down to the soles of my shoes
I’m a little girl once again, please hold me

And my life, it’s like a river
And the current it’s just getting quicker
Hold me nearer, hold me dearer, draw me in

Then again there’s the open road in front of me
Then again there’s the owls that are nesting in my tree
Then again there’s my love, she watches over me
Well I guess that’s why they call it bittersweet

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