In the dead winter of the night,
In a town I never thought I’d be,
Surrounded by cornfields where time has slowed,
Freezing like the ice,
It is here I remember what I cannot forget.

He is not who I ever imagined,
But his story is familiar,
He holds my hand and promises to keep me safe,
And I follow willingly.

I listen to the words,
I feel the music of long ago,
Reliving the sound as if it were still today,
Swaying with the beat of my heart,
Here I find the long lost place,
The time warp,
The machine that takes me back.

They live like I used to,
Believing in the sound,
Breathing in the music like life,
They think it is today,
But for me it is a lost memory,
Buried deep that I never thought I’d feel again.

Yet there you are,
In the words I cannot express,
In the crunch of the snow underfoot,
I let go of his hand because his eyes remind me,
Of that feeling I never thought I’d find again,
And I run…

I lose myself on the dance floor,
It is dancing that we never had,
And yet we did,
But it’s here that I close my eyes,
And try not to think,
I hear a different sound,
Stomping to a different rhythm,
Not the same as yours,
Not even as rich, as full, or as astounding,
But it is music,
A high and low that is not familiar,
A harmony that will not carry me too far,
A beat that will keep me grounded.