Something to touch
Something to open up
To involve, to hold
Something I’d like for my own
Before the world has lost
It’s longing to touch
When the young are old and then have gone
The old touch is lost
Waiting to be found
To be found anew
But never to be found
Never to be found by touch
You may say I’m too short in the tooth
But I’ve found something I’m gonna hold on to
For my part I’ll hold
For my part I’ll hold onto
It’s too early to be confused
But my laces are tied and I’m tripping
When the young are old and then have gone
The old touch is lost
Waiting to be found
To be found anew
But never to be found
To be found by touch
Waiting to be found
To be found anew
But never to be found
To be found by touch