Some Dusty Things - Ron Sexsmith

The world is a very small place

And before we know

We’re back in our own space

Some dusty things to remind us

All of our time on earth

How sweet and precious it was

And how we will never be the same

For love is a very small word

It’s easy to say but seldom is heard

Above the war that lives on

And on in the hearts of men

How sweet and precious it was

But now can it ever be that way again?

Have no fear

If we’re nearing the end

We’ll just drink to old friends

The world is a very hard place

When lost in a crowd

We search for a kind face

Some trusting soul to confide

In arms we can hide into

Some sweet sad face from a passing train

We may never see again

Some dusty things to remind us

All of our time on earth

How sweet and precious it was

And how we will never be the same