Lyrics
Garden Party
After seven years since our parting of ways
Seven years of nights and seven years of days
Of course we met again
Observing common laws
In one of perfect time's imperfect flaws
I expected I would see you at the garden party
And of course you were looking hale and hearty
And, and this I find unaccountably strange
In seven years you'd hardly changed
You looked the same
How did you feel?
I was struck by the same old sadness
Behind your same old glasses
And thought, time doesn't heal
It just passes
Of course, we told each other we're doing well
Tacitly avoided any mention of past hell
Your voice still rang like a deep, cracked bell
Are you happy?
I couldn't tell
I just thought, "The only thing I know is real..."
As we swirled the melting ice in our crying glasses
Is that time doesn't heal
It just passes
We didn't laugh
We didn't cry
We admired the flowers
And the blue, blue sky
We took a stroll across
The green, green grass
And I for one
Keenly felt the time pass
We smiled there as the camera snapped
You snapped, too, at my lover
"My eyes were closed," you said and so
We took another
We smiled again, side by side
We squeezed each other's shoulders as we posed
I'll keep the one with your eyes open wide
The other is enclosed
As I look at the photos now
I'm taken again by how
The truth of time, alas, is
That it doesn't heal, it just passes
All words and music by Dave Hall ©
Publisher: Row House Music PRO: ASCAP
