Lackawanna Rail

I Still Do

Words and Music by Michael Meade

Updated Sunday, January 09, 2005

WRITER'S NOTES:

My wife and I loved each other. I didn't always know exactly how much I loved her. But sometimes I did. And on one of those times I wrote this song.

My wife and I were living out in Pittsburgh PA, and took a trip back to New Jersey to visit my parents. While we were there, we went back to the resturant where we used to go frequently when we were dating. (We did it again on our 25th Wedding Aniversary, but that's another story). We sat in my mom's house and looked at pictures that she had saved of when we were just two crazy young kids in love.

We finally told my mom and dad the truth about some of the stories about our dating days. We laughed and laughed as we went through the pictures and told the stories. I asked Linda if her dad had ever found out about our torrid past.

All of that ended up being the core of this song. Now that my wife is gone, it almost takes on another meaning. Because I still do love her.

What can it hurt? Take my hand

Let's talk about the time we'd spend

Driving in my car, not very far, you know

Fading memories of days gone by

Chorus: But weren't those good times that we had?

We sure put one over on your dad

Did he ever find out?

Did he ever know we were making love?

Did he know I loved you

I still do

Summer vacations take us home

I see the places we used to go

We look at old photographs and laugh, you know

Faded images of days gone by

The Band that will change your view of Rock and Roll!

I Still Do

Words and Music by Michael Meade

Updated Sunday, January 09, 2005