January 12 (New York City)

A third version of a song I initially wrote on my mom’s birthday back in 1987, when I visited the USS Intrepid, the aircraft carrier my dad flew off in WWII.

I love the song. But’s it’s sort of an alt. rock thing, which doesn’t suit either TCC or most of the others I write for and width. So somebody claim it.

I found a picture on my phone
New York City, we were hanging on
Grand Central to the track
That rolled us slowly back
Another place and time
Carter’s house was the end of the line

Those times seem
Like a fever dream
I want to scream

Chorus:
Trying hard not to freeze
Intrepid tourists
On the 12th I believe
My mother’s birthday
We called from the ship
I heard you sigh
While part of me died
On the last day you were mine

Another photo of you and me
At that place in Little Italy
Where Spanish Elvis played
We thought we had it made
A missed lifetime ago
Oh where did all that precious time go

Those times seem
Like a fever dream
I want to scream

Chorus:
Trying hard not to freeze
Intrepid tourists
On the 12th I believe
My mother’s birthday
We called from the ship
I heard you sigh
While part of me died
On the last day you were mine

Now it’s been almost twenty years
Most of those places have disappeared
We’ve gone from bananas
To papas and nannas
Feels like a lifetime away
It’s forever and yesterday

A lifetime away
Forever and yesterday