Many of us marry our high school sweethearts and then grow apart. I would like to encourage anyone in that position whose marriage is not affected by abuse or adultry to pray God restores the love you once had. You may just fall in love all over again!
She drawing pictures on the window of my Chevrolet
There’s no defrost in here so our journey is a bit delayed
Like a childlike prodigy she puts a smiley face on the sun
It’s inescapable recollection of when I was young
Though it’s misty round the edges like the canvas where she sketches an undeniable truth takes form
And then it scatters into vapor as on the child’s improvised paper
As this broken car we sit in grows warm
I remember we were young, we were fools, we were desperate to be cool
Only seventeen with enough gasoline to make the ballgame after school
We were young, we were dumb, but we were only having fun
This girl reminds me what’s still inside me, if but only I could believe in love
She’s writing mom above the figure with the pretty hair
A miniature replica is soon added to complete the pair
Just a juvenile prophecy she puts smileys all upon your face
Indelible memory of that someone you have replaced
Lost in all the information etched in vanished condensation is the undeniable truth of time
Though it comforts for the moment, it’s impossible to own it regardless of any promise implied
I remember we were young, we were fools, we were desperate to be cool
Only seventeen with enough gasoline to make the ballgame after school
We were young, we were dumb, but we were only having fun
This girl reminds me what’s still inside me, but only I could believe in love
Why leave a man who would lay his life down for you, why won’t you understand
I’m the same man that you once knew and I’ll always be in love with you
I drive to work my young Picasso is still home in bed, sleepless night, a shot of aspirin for my aching head
As I sat at that traffic light like a miracle in my face
I saw that masterpiece resurrected where it was erased
And though it may be all but over, I’m convinced we could start over and get to know each other again
Like a child who’s lost his mother satisfied by no one other I miss you like the roses need rain
And I remember we were young, we were fools, we were desperate to be cool
Only seventeen with enough gasoline to make the ballgame after school
We were young, we were dumb, but we were only having fun
This girl reminds us what’s still inside us, if but only we could believe in love
Can you believe in love a second time
Cause you’ll search this world and never find a love like mine
Gregory Bratton 