History Repeats Itself

When all is said and done, and all is done and said,
When there is nothing left to say,
There is the look.
The look that could start it all again
that starts it all again.

When the day is through and over,
After you've said your prayers and closed your eyes,
The dream seems to come again,
It's not the first, and it's not the last
But it says it all again...
starts it all again.

When you've thought it all forgotten,
and have thrown it all away.
You FEEL it all forgotten,
But the look sends you back to get it.
It brings it back again..and you know you never lost it.

Sometimes you think a song is over,
And you go to turn the station.
But the song starts it tune again,
and it is so inviting...so inviting.
So, you stop to hear.
It plays it all again.
They start it all again.
And you say, "Bring it back again."

It has always been there, but not where you can see.
One day you think it's over and you reflect no more upon it.
And he looks your way again,
History repeats itself and you find you're under his spell again...
Then you realize
you've never left it.
once again...