Long Ago by Stephen Scholle

Long ago I said
We’ll find ourselves like this

And you said
We don't look at holes

It's called tough love
Tough love
It's tough on me

I call it tough love
To feed the hungry bee

Long ago you said…
Didn’t you say
You’d be down at
Paddington Station?

I wandered down
Just to check things out

When we were young
I figured we’d always do this

I just didn’t see we’re made of different colors

(break)

Long ago I said that
We’ll find ourselves like this

And you said
We don't look at holes

It's called tough love
Tough love
It's tough on me

I call it tough love
To feed the hungry bee

When we were young
We hung...
We looked for holes as
A way to be

And when we got older
We realized … separately

Holes make
Poor company

You said
We’re parents now
We don’t look at holes

We’re made of bones

• Acoustic
• Blues
• Frontier Americana
• Jazz ballad
• Singer-songwriter
• Swing
• Hartsdale