I am back from losing you
And there you are, found
Still in time, of a bluish hue
With pencil marks I once drew
Symbols of tones dancing around
I am back from losing you
Your old pages in plain view
Your cover quite beat down
Still in time, of a bluish hue
You open as if you knew
In which song I’d come around
I am back from losing you
Melodies and rhythms overdue
In your hieroglyphics of sound
Still in time, of a bluish hue
Holding the violin as I used to
I play you, no longer earthbound
I am back from losing you
Still in time, of a bluish hue
