Behind the old piano
The places we used to play
You were waiting there for me
And I had nothing to say

All the colors outside the window
The sounds pour in like rain
And if I go and take the last of what is left
You I know you'll burn the memory in my brain

Looking up quite past the blue
I borrow back what's mine from you
You have had it here now for very long
That it's taken on the color of your room

The needle spinning on my compass
The piano falling out of tune
And how am I supposed to find direction
When I don't know which direction
That it is that I should choose

Do you ever really know which way to go
Do you ever really wonder which way will show
To be the way for you and me

All the colors outside my window
All the sounds pour in like rain
And if I go and take the last of what is left
Yes I know you'll burn the memory in my brain

All the time that I spent thinking
You'd think by now I'd have something to say
Unwritten word we just stopped playing
Sometimes life works out that way

Do you ever really know which way to go
Do you ever really wonder which way will show
To be the way for you and me