Forty years later I’m floating like paper
I’m nowhere close to anywhere I knew
Forty years later time has much less weight
And I’m lighter than a snowflake in the blue

It’s not such a long way to go
From here to the places I know

Now that I’m all at ease, cool as the summer trees
Now that I’m holding on to none
Now that I think of you in colors white and blue
Now that the healing has begun

Now that I’m almost at home
Now that I’m not so alone

I will not look for you, I will not cook for you
I will not even understand
I will not be aware if you were ever there
Or if I ever held your hand

Hold me once more in your arms
Hold me once more in your arms

We’ll keep in touch for a while
We’ll keep in touch for a while