Another Day, Another Time

 words and music by Kevin Vicalvi
 © Kevin Vicalvi/Tudor Hill Music

Could it ever be the hour to know a special friend?
Could our living always flower, and never reach its end?
Do you think about the things we did?
Do you think about the time we hid
As we made ourselves a chrysalid
To grow inside, and cease to be
The children that we used to see?

I could see the sad direction in which you had to go,
And I found after close inspection that I really did not know
If you thought about the things I'd said
If you thought about the books you'd read
If you filed them up inside your head
For a later date when you might find
You need a page you'd left behind

In another day, another time;
In another sequence that could never come again.