Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind.Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.Quiet thoughts come floating down and settle softly to the ground.Like golden leaves around my feet.I touched the midwest, the park was sweet.Memories, photographs.Covered now with lines and creases.Tickets torn in half.Memories in bits and pieces.Traces of love, long ago.That didn't work out right.Traces of love.Of holding hands and replicates.And twilight strip and purple haze.And laughing eyes and simple ways.And quiet nights and gentle days with you.Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind.Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.I close my eyes and say a prayer.That in her heart she'll find a trace of love still there.Somewhere.Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind.Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind.