Broken Record

You were the sixties smash
That swept me off my feet.
I was so young and
Oh how we were young! You were
The anthem of my march
Out of my teenage years.

If I were down
You’d cheer me up.
If I were lost
You’d show me home.
If I were stronger
Then I would have learned
To do this on my own.

Instead you just assured me it
"Will be alright" for thirty years.
And I am glad that you were there
But with each grey hair that appears
I think that I’ve played you too long;
Your sound has gone, you just remind me
Of a time that won’t come back.

And when you stand and beg me
"It will be alright" I only hear
The scratchings of a broken record
Back from yesteryear.