LYRIC FOR SALE

By Six Degrees

It was twenty years ago today that I remember all this were fields
And that’s still what everyone sees as they walk past the hedgerow
But I’ve been here before, through years yet to come, and I know
Those fields will disappear and the world will be a very different place

I can’t explain how or why I’ve come to relive all those years I’ve been through
A car crash? A coma? A failed reincarnation? Redemption from God?
I stand here surrounded by middle-aged pensioners and children grown up
Yet they’re living their lives as if I’m the ghost in this space

I’ve seen the future. I know all the joys and the horrors to come
These people are blissfully ignorant of a fate I’ve already experienced
Am I back to correct the mistakes of my past or to plough new furrows?
And how do I explain your yesterday was my twenty years ago today, for better or worse?

I’ve forgotten your name but your face rings a bell otherwise lost to memory
At least you know me, so forgive me if I seem distracted and distant
I recall mere fragments – conversations, confrontations, regrets
I know I’d had a few, but is this Groundhog Day a blessing or a curse?

I could exploit my knowledge with a gambling spree where only winners come in
I could right all the wrongs I made before, regardless of the new mistakes that ensue
But what I want above all else is to restore the life I had before my return
How do I get back to you without losing things I already had twenty years past today?