Souvenirs

All the snow has turned to water,
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops,
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forgive the way they robbed me
Of my childhood souvenirs.

Memories, they can't be bought
They can't be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs,
And I don't know how
They slipped away from me.

Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see.
That's why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me.
And I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forget the way they robbed me,
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs.

Memories they can't be bought
They can't be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don't know how
They slipped away from me...

-John Prine
posted by 123454321 at 9:46 AM