Lyrics

That old apartment had a big bold doorknob
Black tile covered with a seagrass rug
Formica table from my mother's kitchen
Ashtray, butts piled, Joni Mitchell style

I wrote outrageous things and pinned them on the wall
They screamed "This is me, and I don't owe the world anything"

CHORUS
25 years old
What did I know
You were just a decent guy I met at 25
and you somehow made me think that I
could be somebody
when I was only
25

My black upright piano there against the wall
An old battered table underneath the picture window
I watched you with the snowman melting in the sun
We talked for hours on my rotary green phone

I wrote some love songs that finally made some sense
They screamed, "This is me, and yeah, I'm gonna sing"

REPEAT CHORUS

The day I left that apartment
I flew to be with you
and when it didn't work
and I had to leave
and I couldn't get my apartment back
I thought I'd lost forever that part of me

But here it is again in this new and long-lost song
and I just want you to understand I've loved you all along
We were

CHORUS
25 years old
What did we know
We were just some stupid kids
who met at 25
but you somehow made me think that I
could be somebody
when I was only
25

© Carlene McDearis Wentworth