Speak No Evil

I set my feet set down upon that street
For the first time in many, many years
Old familiar surroundings

But as I glimpse the sights and smell the air
My eyes begin to well over in tears
In nostalgia, I’m drowning

I used to breathe this air each day
Throughout these passages I’d dream and scheme and play
But no one talks about the,
No, no one talks about the
The situations that had sent me far away

I do my best to try and assist
This frail old woman with those familiar eyes
You know, she used to be stronger

But now she’s spinning round and round
Uncontrollably into a demise
She probably won’t live much longer

She looks so frightened and confused
While Shirley Temple sings in eternal youth
But we can’t talk about it, we can not talk about it
Lest we reveal the piercing bitterness of truth