When I left the world behind me. Retreating through the past. You reached out to find me. And brought me back at last. . You've shown me something. Beyond my looking glass.
Hard times, hand to mouth, down and out,. all those hard times. But we've seen the seasons turning. As we weathered every storm. And the climate of our loving.
MY LOVIN' EYES. by Carole King & David Palmer. . It's hard enough to hear you. Express your sympathy. But it's harder still to feel the things. My eyes refuse to see.