Old Lyrics

When lyrics that you haven't heard
For maybe forty years
Come pouring out from deep inside 
There might just be some tears.

For hearing Graham Nash last night,
Nostalgia reigned supreme
And I was back in college
(Like we all were, it did seem).

I mouthed the words to "Bus Stop,"
But when "Our House " came around, 
I sang along, as asked to,
With a joy that did abound.

Like filings, we, the audience,
Were drawn into the pull
Of Nash, the band and venue,*
Where the sound was rich and full.

There's magic to be made, for sure,
When past and present meld
And release some secrets we forgot
That we had tightly held.

*Chautauqua Auditorium - Boulder, Colorado
(Thanks, Burt, for the tickets!)