1943

There's an old man walking
 Up a mountain trail
 And you know he don't see that well
 But his path is written
 Into his memory
 And he can sing it like a melody
 He sings it like a melody
 As it twists and turns he knows every bend
 He goes right and left then right again
 Though the lines are blurred he sees every tree
 Just as clear as 1943
 He sings it like a melody
 An old family photo
 Hangs in a simple frame
 He will tell you every name
 At his kitchen table
 Flips through his memory
 And he sings them like a melody
 He sings them like a melody
 As they twist and turn he knows every bend
 He goes right and left then right again
 Though the lines are blurred he sees every scene
 Just as clear as 1943
 He sings them like a melody
 Two twin beds
 Nestled side by side
 One's been made since '95
 He says she's still living
 In his memory
 And she sings him like a melody
 She sings him like a melody
 As his life twists and turns, she knows every bend
 Singing right and left then right again
 Though the lines have blurred she hears every plea
 Just as clear as 1943
 And she answers with a melody