I count the years ahead backwards I discount the decade behind as borrowed I figure, I'll figure the rest, as and when But I document this day, just the same I count our years ahead with vigilance Will we be merry, will you be crying? We figure we'll figure it out as and when But I document our days, just the same And we won't let the sun blind us As the days get longer So will these pages And we won't read or reminisce Long for or miss When we are all the ages I count the years ahead in my head But I don't count them as numbers or fragments It figures that it figures itself out in the end But these documents, they keep us These documents, they keep us These documents, they keep us present