
Land of Memory
Written by Joe Deegan
Produced by Joshua Moore
Joe Deegan - acoustic guitar, vocals
Little fingers in my hand walking through the grass
She can’t even understand what I would do to make this last
She stoops to pick up dandelions and hoist them in the air
With a gust of wind they fly and leave the flimsy stem laid bare
The moment fades and slips away
To the land of memory
Time is a friend we welcomed in
Who turned out to be a thief
She grabs a book and plops down in the middle of the room
I would read with her but I’ve got other things to do
Every night she falls asleep curled up in my lap
I forget to recognize that I won’t get this night back
(Chorus)
Time is a drug we can’t get enough of
The more that we take the more it takes what we love
I am yearning for a day that never ends
When all our wasted time is given back again
One day we will journey
From the land of memory
And walk the fields of glory
Where our time will be redeemed