To hear a live performance of a song
That you remember from a certain time,
It doesn’t matter if it wasn’t long
Ago, you yearn for it to be sublime,
To sound exactly as it did the day
You first allowed the music in your soul.
So when the opening chords begin to play,
You fear that it no longer makes you whole,
Because the singer’s voice is rough and tired,
His high notes do not soar as they once did,
His touring band’s quite recently acquired,
He looks like an adult and not a kid;
Yet he makes miracles beyond your ken;
And makes the old song new for you again.