A song I wrote that goes over a slow finger-picking thing.

Home Movies

Look at black and white,
And see all those people laughing.
Look at the way they smile.
Are they actually happy?

Look at all of those,
moving pictures.
And notice the way the actors dance.
Look at the people in the background.
Are they really impressed?

Look at your old,
Home movies.
And remember when your mom was pretty
There's a certain way her face brightly glows.
Where has that beauty gone?

Look at color,
And see all your friends.
Do you think they know,
In twenty years you’ll forget their names.
Last edited by TerpsRHCP at Sep 6, 2011,