Testo Years

I got a ticket for the early plane
me and the suitcase I packed
And now I´m driving through the morning rain
once again I´m going back
Each time I ask why I´m feeling amiss
Fear there won´t be a next time after this

I found some photos and a diary of someone young and insecure
I hope you never read it secretly
it would have hurt you, I am sure

Meanwhile that mad child ain´t angry no more
I´m thankful though I never told you before

So many years – just being who we are
Coping and caring – in worlds far apart
So many years – how can we compensate
Catch up, hold on – before it´s too late.

You taught me things that helped me on my way
and things I didn´t wanna learn
Whatever happened much to my dismay was only part of your concern

Old age in your face but brightness in mind
creased by the years – still I love every line

So many years...

Time heals, still it feels like I've done you wrong
Strange how things change as we're moving along

So many years...

Catch up – hold on - before it´s too late