Seven.
Seventy-five,
seventy-five,
glad that you're kicking,
glad you're alive.
Seventy-five, seventy-five,
today.
Time is wandering through the door,
it's arched,
our discontent.
I heard you call my name
just yesterday.
A small cafe a distance short,
or was it someone else?
Your hand, my hand,
our common ancestry.
Seventy-five, seventy-five,
glad that you're kicking,
glad you're alive.
Seventy-five,
seventy-five, today.
I
was out walking one day.
I looked around,
I was thinking about you.
You seemed distant,
but at the same time,
so close.
I didn't know what to make of it then,
and I still don't.
It's just
that moment,
it's just a moment of our existence together.
Seventy-five,
seventy-five, glad that you're kicking,
glad you're alive.
Seventy-five, seventy-five, today.
Seventy-five,
seventy-five,
glad that you're kicking,
glad you're alive.
Seventy-five,
seventy-five, today.
Today.
Today.
Today.
Today.