VILLAGE YOUTH

When there’s nowhere to go

You just drive around town

Music blasting from the stereo

We don’t speak, just listen to the sound

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Houses and trees along the street

We pick some people up and bring

Them to our spot where they greet

Us with a shy smile and a drink

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The young think I’m old

For the old I’m still young

“Stop reminiscin’”, I’ve been told

But it’s so bittersweet on my tongue

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The horizon ends with the next city

We don’t care about tomorrow anyway

It’s just now, it’s just us, it’s nothing pretty

It’s friendship that comes and goes away

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I was lucky you took me along for once

And let me have a peek inside

It’s like watching my own past in front

When we freely dealt with time and life

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The young think I’m old

For the old I’m still young

“Stop reminiscin’”, I’ve been told

But it’s so bittersweet on my tongue

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Thank you brother for giving me a taste

Of what it’s like to live and waste

Time like it’s supposed to be

When you’re young, wild and free

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The young think I’m old

For the old I’m still young

“Stop reminiscin’”, I’ve been told

But it’s so bittersweet on my tongue

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© written by Cosima Charlotte