Greg: Where does the time go? Doesn’t seem that long ago that Cassandra, Del, and I were sitting on Scarborough Beach, and yet when I look in the mirror a lot of water has passed over the dam. Or is it … “passed under the bridge?” I can’t even keep my cliches straight these days.
Jumping ahead a few decades, one of the things I can say for certain is that meeting Cassandra was not only something good, but something forever.
Another wonderful song. The video images of Cassandra youthfully blending to a seasoned woman are quite effective also. Well done gentlemen!
Probably the prettiest song in Old Rockers.