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