Sure
(Anderson)

How can I be sure?
The past sings so equivocally
I love my childhood more than all the age awaiting me

Rolling past the lilac days
Aimless kisses, perfect sprays of summer
Summer
Endless pitchers at the Pub
And letters in the box still signed "With Love."
Love

But how can I be sure?
The past speaks so uncertainly
I love those memories more than all the hopes awaiting me

We don't live life
We don't live life

How can I be sure?
The past sings so equivocally
I love my childhood more than all the age awaiting me

Rolling through the lilac nights
Those aimless kisses, perfect fights of Summer
Summer
Endless glances at the Pub
And letters in the box still signed "With Love."
Love

But how can I be sure?
The past speaks so uncertainly
I love those memories more than all the hopes awaiting me

We don't live life
We don't live life

But how can I be sure?
How can I be sure?
How can I be sure?
Can I be sure?


All words and music ©1996 Douglas C. Anderson
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