Life Story

This is a photograph I found on the street
Oh, a year ago
A wrinkled old photograph of a guy and a girl on the beach
He's got her hand in his hand and all seems well
I think they're both smiling, it's hard to tell
There's a crease and a tear masking secrets of their life story.

This is an unopened Valentine I found one September
I left it unopened, afraid it would lose its mystique
See, there's a heart on the front drawn in faded ink
You can't read the name, but it made me think
Are these people aware they've lost pieces of their life story?

I was walking tonight like I usually walk
Through those benches outside Union Square
When all of a sudden I tripped over something
And look, it was this little book.

This book is different from most things
I've found for one reason
Yes, it looks old
But there's proof someone dropped this today
You'll notice the cover is missing, the font antique
The pages are yellowed, but what's unique
Are the notes in the margins in ballpoint, I'd guess
And here's today's date and an email addresss
A life story
A life story
A life story.