Old 67

I'm no longer counting I'm not keeping score

I could say my list of lovers doesn't matter anymore

But some are always in my heart

And some I'm not so sure

Either way they all left their mark

And for some I found a cure

From one you learn something

Another you learn nothing

And there's one who might teach you everything

But before I learned to listen

And if indeed someone said it

Then I guess I must have lost it on the wind

Back when I was younger each one was a prize

Love just came along and hit you right between the eyes

And one was just a trophy catch

And one was like a curse

Some would want to bleed you dry

Some might quench your thirst

From one you learn something

Another you learn nothing

And there's one who might teach you everything

But before I learned to listen

And if indeed someone said it

Then I guess I must have lost it on the wind

From one you learn something

Another you learn nothing

And there's one who might teach you everything

But before I learned to listen

And if indeed someone said it

Then I guess I must have lost it on the wind

In cold water I went fishing in warm seas I cast a line

And swore the heart I was reeling in was perfect at the time

You couldn't tell me I was wrong you couldn't tell me anything

And if you did then I guess I must have lost it on the wind