[Time was] an accordion, all the air squeezed out of it as you grew old.

I have no plans for the money but it'll be awfully nice to have it.

Time--our youth--it never really goes, does it? It is all held in our minds.

[Time was] an accordion, all the air squeezed out of it as you grew old.

But surely, if you trust God, you can believe the bad moments pass, and the good memories are worth enough.