I must have missed my missing years I don’t recall. The past that you keep bringing up I don’t recollect at all You must’ve been there in my missing years writing notes down on the wall Tell all Tell all Use my past like a whipping post, Go ahead, Tell it all. Was it smoke on the water or was it, onward through the fog? I must have missed my missing years I don’t recall . When I looked in the mirror today I couldn’t believe what I saw Something sure took a toll on me looks like I must have missed the ball. And I ain’t missing... my missing years at all . And I wonder if my missing years are what made me act this way I can blame it on the missing years and lay On them all the blame. I Just blame it on the missing years. It’s convenient, When I look at it that way. I must have missed my missing years I don’t recall But I ain’t missing my missing years at all. . Sometimes at night those missing years come whispering ... in my ear Love gone wrong unwritten songs Shrouded ... In ancient fears Soaking tears Missing years I suppose.. Brought me here. . Dead things in the ground never grow Unless they’re a seed & their dead and broken. Only thru death is the seed Ever really opened. If I could look beyond the veil What would it tell? What would I find would the missing years be there? Would it be a sign? In plain sight, but out of mind? Could it be that I’m being defined, By the lost years, Never really mine? I must have missed my missing years I don’t recall But the funny thing About it all. Sometimes I wonder Did those missing years Even really happen... At all? I must have missed my missing years I don’t recall. And I ain’t missing my missing years at all.
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