repeat

I knew this place once. I think we sat here right here all of us, often. That door that was once so hard to find, opens with ease and rememberances. These walls are familiar, not much has changed from my memory.

You're still here. Where we left you. But there are different faces at the bar now, not ours. Are you happy to see us? Who knows. You seem to be, although we've disturbed your scheduled closing. No kitchen tonight. No familiar "Sunday dinner" for us. Too bad - we wanted to reminisce with our taste buds. I guess the beer will have to do. No pretty glasses either.

But in my memory there was music and as much as I enjoy your choices for the stereo, it will never be the same without that.