Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

The course of a lifetime runs/over and over again

How can you live in the Northeast?

Kodachrome, it gives us those nice bright colors Gives us the greens of summers Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah! I got a Nikon camera, I love to take a photograph So momma, don't take my Kodachrome away.

And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what weve lost.

Serious numbers will speak to us always.

People talking without speaking,/ People listening without hearing...Sounds of Silence.