Crossing Newbury Street
by Roddy Frame

I remember the December sky
Yellow sun casting a haze
I can almost see the halo flare
In the corner of my eye

Its like a picture that I took that day
Snapped a scene and then just put it away
Beneath the whirling helicopter blades
Became aware of my life

Funny how now that life’s been revealed
Feels like time travel is real
The same kid figuring out how it feels
As I stare at the unravelling reels

Memories over flowing from my cup all
Tripping me up
and I stumble
Wishes and dreams I pushed out of my mind
Come back to find me
They tumble down through my ages
And leave me drowning in a sorrow so sweet
I don't want to be saved

I recall crossing Newbury Street
Cutting corners, keeping everyone sweet
The kindest people all working on my beat
But something souring inside

All fall, finding my feet
From fiery leaves to splashing holiday sleet
I strapped my walkman on and prized defeat
From the jaws of victory and then sighed

Well, ain't it strange, the arrangements we blew
Just to find time travel's come true
I can't tell the old from the new
The sound of someone strumming still bleeding through

Memories over flowing from my cup all
Tripping me up
And I stumble
Wishes and dreams I pushed out of my mind
Come back to find me
They tumble
Down through my pages
And leave me
Drowning in a sorrow so sweet
I don't want to be saved

Cause who'd be saved from mistakes?
When they're what makes life more
Than just a movie on a screen

And who'd be saved from doubt?
When it's what faith is all about,
It makes us more than just machines