(1) For many years I’ve wondered About my songs of youth They were the nest where often sadness dwelled. I searched for truth —evasive Like echoes of the Ocean pretending only to stir within the shell. (Bridge) I’ve thought about the artists Who shone like bright new stars Upon the seamless tapestry of fame And asked myself what happened As they left more age behind Like withered leaves when Autumn dried their names. (Chorus) Are they still there? What have they found? What is their restless legacy? What have they birthed Beyond those songs Their youthful selves retrieved like sonic dreams? (2) As I approach the precipice Where time fails to ignore My pleas for days when I could run ten miles I ask where are the voices Now phantoms by the shore Where I intend to let go of my trials. (Bridge) They must have learned much more And have far more to tell For time goes on and spirit’s road unwinds. Their lyrics should have changed As they looked far ahead And breached the threshold leaving youth behind. (Chorus) Are they still there? What have they found? What is their restless legacy? What have they birthed Beyond those songs Their youthful selves retrieved like sonic dreams? Lyrics: Alex Slucki