Letras
Patrick played guitar in a Mexican bar back in 1972
We hung around together, made some music for a week or two
That Frenchman wrote a song
I wrote some lyrics then went traveling on
Wrote 'em down it in my blue book like I'd sometimes do
I added Freely Floating to the list of songs in my repetoire
Back in those days I was playing quite a lot
But time plays games I guess
And o ver time I was playing less and less
Until I couldn't even recall what it was that I forgot
A blue book from my younger years
Full of hope and dreams and all my personal fears
There's no music but the words still last
Becoming part of today from the deep past
Going through some old stuff I happened on that blue book
Full with memories of at least some of those days
There was that song
And then a little bit later on
His name and address were sitting right there on the page
I thought these days it might be possible to find Patrick
Can't know what you can do unless you take a chance
But I'll admit surprise
When the story that hit my eyes
Was about a rock and roll star in France
A blue book from my younger years
Full of hope and dreams and all my personal fears
There's no music but the words still last
Becomming part of today from the deep past
He was a faded star cuz just like me he was old now
I figured I'd send him a message then I'd wait and see
I had found my words
But I had lost his tune
Who knows, maybe he might remember me
Sad to say there really isn't a happy ending
By the time I finally looked he had drifted so very far
Why your memory goes
I guess that nobody knows
In May of 21 he finally put down his last guitar
A blue book from my younger years
Full of hope and dreams and all my personal fears
There's no music but the words still last
Becomming part of today from the deep past