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SMOKE THROUGH A KEYHOLE – (3rd person) 
© Andy Taylor

He’s standing on the stage, they’re
Ready to call his name, 
Graduation day man aint it cool
Seems like only yesterday, he had
Endless summer days 
Dad can we stay out and play 
A few more minutes please
Where does he go from here
His childhood has disappeared

LIKE SMOKE THROUGH A KEYHOLE
THE BLINK OF AN EYE
STOP THE WIND WITH YOUR HANDS 
YOU COULDN’T IF YOU TRIED
LIKE SAND THROUGH YOUR FINGERS
TIME DOESN’T LINGER
IT SLOWLY SLIPS AWAY AND THEN DISAPPEARS
LIKE SMOKE, THROUGH A KEYHOLE 

Fast forward a few more years and a
Couple thousand beers, He was
Chasing tail and raising hail ‘n now he’s altar bound 
As they exchange their vows, He
Can’t help but wonder how, after
All this time, He’s 
Standing up there
From wild and crazy
To responsibility
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In the twilight of his life,
Standing there with his wife,
Watchin’ grown up kids with children of their own
Hey Grandpa look at me, what a 
Sweet melody, He
Thinks man I never thought
I’d hear that said to me
And when did I get here
What happened to the years
CHORUS
© Andy Taylor 210 Davenham Court Alpharetta, GA 30005 a.taylor@mayberryintl.com 678.908.3984