Todd Clouser: Music

I Miss the Days I Never Knew

When dust played the notes of the piano
And you could learn true love from your radio
And the stumbling lips of the street corner smokers
Shaking their heads at the newspaper stories

When revolution could break with any new sunrise
When your footsteps were lost in the evening windchime
But the pen that you passed has grown tired of bleeding
Its jobless and worn and its asking relief

And nothing left to stand with you
But photographs and your face grown blue
I stand wish I could have given something to you
I miss the days I never knew

Now we paint all these pictures and bicker like children
Of novels and records and dreams left unwritten
And we dress in the certain and keep ourselves from trial
And hide like a clown behind painted smiles

We write songs with no words but a whistling melody
Keep ourselves speechless, for we are spoken for proudly
You were stood up at the altar by the groom of your daughter
All dressed to forgive him, to pass him a lover

You I would not blame
If you booked yourself a plane
Got ahead of yourself in someway new
I miss the days I never knew

When nothings gone tragic, the world stops its turning
And the poems are stripped of all of their meaning
And your words are paged through by some distant stranger
And you must live with the past and live out the future

And nothing lefts to stand with you
But photographs and a face grown blue
I stand and wish I can still give something to you
I miss the days I never knew