Old '67

Hey how about this

A little conversation tonight

Thinking aloud how we struggled to find

Our place in the dizzy heights

Don't often do this

We never really get the chance

Nearly froze to death on Oxford Street

Now we're sitting in the South of France

Talking through the evening

It's good to shoot the breeze

Just you and me on a balcony

And cicadas singing in the trees

What a time of innocence what a time we've lost

Raise a glass and have a laugh have a laugh or two

Here's to old '67 and an older me and you

Sentimental twilight

Conversing on those virgin days

Laughing about how the two of us sound

Like a Tennessee Williams play

Honest it's amazing

That we can get together at all

For in between the saddle and the grand piano

We can read the writing on the wall

Talking through the evening

Sitting here side by side

Just you and me on a balcony

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside