Movin’ ahead in time
To a place yet to come
A time when I’ll remember
The places I never been
This place I never been to
Still holds on inside of me
Fills me on warm spring mornings
With sunhine from another time
Baby, don’t look in my eyes
For tears are ’bout to fall
Tears for a place I never been to
Tears for a life I wish I could remember
So here I sit with all my memories
Lookin’ back when I’m sixty-four
So here I sit with all my memories
Lookin’ back when I’m sixty-four
What is this world all around me
Not just the place where I live
But the world of everybody
The world I see at sixty-four
So here I sit with all my memories
Tears of yesterday fill my eyes
Movin’ ahead in time
To a place I never been
Take me back to that place
From where I looked forward
That place I can have my memories
Lookin’ back when I’m sixty-four
Note: Written in 1970 during my college days at the University of Arizona.
This song is a unique twist on the Beatles’ 1967 song, When I’m 64.
🙂 I emailed you back Don. Thank you!
Brenda: Thanks so much. I sent you an email thanking you. I will just say here that you have an amazing voice and you did a fabulous job on the song. May I post the MP3 here so others can enjoy it?
Okay well it’s just a “rough draft” so to speak, so I’ll send it 🙂
Thanks Kai.
nice
Brenda: No kidding! How cool. Absolutely record and send. Would love to hear it. Thanks.
Okay. I read this and just picked up my guitar and put it to music….hmmmmm…you’ve inspired me. Maybe I’ll record it and send it to you Don 🙂 I mean, with your permission, of course 🙂
Thanks Dan. These ARE song lyrics. Yep, looking ahead then and still looking ahead now. Who? Just little ole me now and then.
Thanks Nasra. That is exactly what they are. Hope you’re well.
Its been awhile, I was so caught with work back here in Oman. Thank you for being always there for me, reading my writing despite my few visits…
I really loved your poem , it had musical flow in it ..
As I was reading this, I thought it sounded like lyrics to a song. Little did you know how quickly 64 would sneaking up on you, eh? Or maybe you did.
A few more years before you look back from that vantage point. Who will you be then?