Who You Were

It's nails on a chalkboard, sounds of the past

Don't ask me how long this will last

You're 70s music yet it's frozen in time

That carefree innocence etched in every single rhyme

They say ignorance is bliss, but what does that make this?

They say ignorance is bliss, but what does that make this?

Those old records, conversations unseen

It's hard to believe you weren't quite sixteen

You'll look back then and all you see is a blur

And you're tracing the lines of the chords once played