I see vivid pictures from my past

Fleeting scenes that never last

Visions quickly fade away

Golden children - sunny days

I'm shown the photos, facts and dates

I've seen the films all over again

I'm so big yet he's so small

That child on screens not me at all

Projector rattles out my past

People over-exposed who move too fast

As seen through tiny child's eyes

Leaves me cold, sad and wise

Too much to take in - everything

Those little children wave at me

They can't see me if I wave back

I'm watching old - home movies

What's the matter?

Oh, what's the matter?

Guess you've had some sort of fright

Left you looking ghostly white

But just what horrors have you seen

Watching old home movies

There's too much to gaze upon - I can't see a thing

And so much to listen to and not hear a thing

I can't reconnect with childhood

But won't let go - I know I should

Where memory meets fantasy

Like watching old - home movies

Watching old home movies

Watching old home movies

Watching old home movies

I'm watching old home movies