Music by Johnny Mandel
Lyrics by Alan and Marilyn Bergman

Where do you start?
How do you separate the present from the past?
How do you deal with all the things you thought would last,
That didnšt last?
With bits of memšries scattered here and there,
I look around and donšt know where to start.

Which books are yours?
Which tapes and dreams belong to you and which are mine?
Our lives are tangled like the branches of a vine
That intertwine.
So many habits that wešll have to break
And yesterdays wešll have to take apart.

One day therešll be a song or something in the air again,
To catch me by surprise and youšll be there again.
A moment in
What might have beenŠ

Where do you start?
Do you allow yourself a little time to cry,
Or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye?
I guess you try.
And though I donšt know where
And donšt know when
Išll find myself in love again,
I promise there will always be
A little place no one will see:
A tiny part deep in my heart
That stays in love with you.