The Time and the Place

Twenty-ninth of January,

you know I'm goin' for broke,

watchin' other people smile and laugh,

it seems like a bad joke.

Standin' in the rain,

watchin' the ferries sail by,

wondrin' what it was,

that came between you and I.

Somewhere in the clearing,

I can still see your face,

wish I could remember

the time and the place.

Visions of you and I,

supping over candle light,

speaking with our eyes,

'til long into the night.

Walkin' hand in hand

over streets of cobblestone,

wonderin' what it was like,

when this love was unknown.

Somewhere in the clearing,

I can still see your face,

wish I could remember

the time and the place.

Now you are down East,

and I am way out West,

Wonderin' what you're up to,

and how you have been blessed.

Funny how the time has past,

and with it I have too.

Your silence has endowed me with

a sullen, greyish hue.

Somewhere in the clearing,

I can still see your face,

wish I could remember

the time and the place.

Wish I could remember,

the time and the place,

the time and the place.

-C.A. McCoy