Behind the old piano
The places we used to play
You were waiting there for me
And I had nothing to sayAll the colors outside the window
The sounds pour in like rain
And if I go and take the last of what is left
You I know youll burn the memory in my brainLooking up quite past the blue
I borrow back whats mine from you
You have had it here now for very long
That its taken on the color of your roomThe needle spinning on my compass
The piano falling out of tune
And how am I supposed to find direction
When I dont know which direction
That it is that I should chooseDo you ever really know which way to go
Do you ever really wonder which way will show
To be the way for you and meAll the colors outside my window
All the sounds pour in like rain
And if I go and take the last of what is left
Yes I know youll burn the memory in my brainAll the time that I spent thinking
Youd think by now Id have something to say
Unwritten word we just stopped playing
Sometimes life works out that wayDo you ever really know which way to go
Do you ever really wonder which way will show
To be the way for you and me