where do you start how do you separate the present from the past how do you deal with all the things you thought would last that didn t last with bits of memories scattered here and there i look around and don t know where to start which books are yours which tapes and dreams belong to you and which are mine our lives are tangled like the branches of a vine that intertwine so many habits that we ll have to break and yesterdays we ll have to take apart one day there ll be a song or something in the air again to catch me by surprise and you ll be there again a moment in what might have been where do you start do you allow yourself a little time to cry or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye i guess you try and though i dont know where and don t know when i ll find myself in love again i promise there will always be a little place no on will see a tiny part deep in my heart that stays in love with you