There's a way to win So tell yourself again But understanding is such a bigger word All the more you get older Still the mail comes in Then the late March winds Soon the holiday lights are taken down Without much fascination Was there magic Did you miss it All the songs of life and love and laughter That never got written There's a human voice Beyond the touch tone choice But how long do we have to wait Just for communication Somewhere a fiery heart With a thousand false starts Move the trash to the street on Sunday nights Without much fascination Was there magic Did you miss it All the songs of life and love and laughter That never got written That never got written That never were written