Life's the same, I'm movin' in stereo. Life's the same, except for my shoes.
So now it's years and years later and thing have changed but only slightly. Kids grow up and the only difference is what they're wearing and how much I feel like an old man. I love Jackie and Johan, Erica and our littlest one Donnalea. My three girls and my boy. Nothing can ever change that. I sit back and block all the tragic parts out until one of the gang calls up just to chat.
Just to talk.
Just to dredge it up.
Just what I needed.
Or Jackie will get an urge to talk about it and then I'm stuck shrugging it off as best I can but secretly accepting my blame.
I float through it.