"If Memory Serves"
lyrics and music by Benjamin Newman

/ D - G D / - - G A / 1st /[1. G - A - :/[2. G A D - /

This dance of the mind's like a strange, new sport
That's played on a strange kind of tennis court,
Where questions and answers fly back and forth
In zigs and zags and curves:

	Curves I believe I might once have known --
	They still look familiar, for all they've grown --
	And I might be able to hold my own,
	If Memory serves.

For when Memory's sharp and her serve is neat,
And Reason is light on her nimble feet --
Oh, we'll show the fans in the front-row seats
The game that they deserve!

	For I knew this game once when I was small,
	And, though it's now clear I don't know it all,
	Those victories might not be past recall,
	If Memory serves.

		/ G - D - / G - D A / G - A Bm /

		But this isn't the game that I played before,
		For the love of learning and nothing more --
		For, in this game, love means there's still no score,
		For all that vim and verve!

	But it's question and answer and game and set --
	A rhythm I never will quite forget --
	Our side might be able to rally yet,
	If Memory serves.

Some say that the mind is a tool you wield --
A sharpened sword or a polished shield --
In this game it's more like the team you field,
And there's no one in reserve!

	So it's time once again to remind my crew:
	Keep your eye on the ball, and follow through --
	And, together, there's nothing that we can't do,
	If Memory serves.