I'm sitting on the floor wondering why I am here now
tears in my eyes
trying my best to stay controlled
while flippin throught the pages findin the faces of old
What happened to the years?
All the people I used to know?
Do they go, or do they just grow?
Why isn't sally
who sat by singing ryhmes
with Tommy the boy
in whom I could always abide?
Those faces have gone to new places abroad
not counting new families or new smiles made broad
The tears controlled not really choking me
When I see the chairs with the souls now free
Finding their place, clues left in a book
I'm happy not sad when I sneak those looks