Sentimental Old Me

Icicles are melting
First sign of spring
My mind’s wandering
Sentimental old me
Sentimental old me

Looking at the barren trees
Soon they’ll turn to green
You were the sweetest thing
To sentimental old me
To sentimental old me

A chilly wind is blowing our memories all around
We’re joined together in the dance
My heart tries to tell me some foolish things
My mind says no way, no way
No chance

Incoming call on my cell phone
Gonna let it ring
Pour a little more wine
For sentimental old me
For sentimental old me