Abby Litman

It’s cold in California, it’s snowing in the mountains 

I hiked across a frozen lake and drank from nature’s fountain 

It’s raining in the city, gasoline running looking pretty 

I let the rain drip down my back and caught a cold just like that 

 

These are the years I will remember 

Being on my own 

I might be lonely but it’s better

I get to know myself more 

 

Ive watched the years pass by, seasons change but still I’m  

A kid stretched out on the lawn, feeling small beneath it all 

Ina photograph I saw my face,  wrinkled old and full of age 

I don’t mind it much that way I get to look like you someday 

 

These are the years I will remember 

Being on my own 

I might be lonely but it’s better

I get to know myself more 

 

These are the years I will remember 

Being on my own 

I might be lonely but it’s better

I get to know myself more 

 

I get to know myself more