Playing That Old Record Again

Playing that old record again –

Dust in the grooves;

A lifetime of memories –

The music soothes;

The sound is a little scratchy –

Like memory;

But the sounds bring it all back –

Now so clearly;

Water on the turn-table now –

As my tears fall;

The music takes me back – reminds

Me of your call;

When finished it will be put back

With no refrain;

But soon I'll take it out once more –

We'll dance again.