oh memory
memory...why do you haunt me?
plenty of misery served up every meal
but little goodtimes...do I feel

here's to you ol' anybody
happy in your skin, oh golly
what size shoe do you wear?
would you loan 'em out on a dare?

so I might be celebrative
a first time when not abbrasive
may I also borrow your laughter
to be a friend is what I'm after

I was never one to be the one
that others sought to find
when that one would be the one
to be understanding and so kind

can't learn from my mistakes
no matter how high the stakes
stub my toe again and again
even when it's my best friend

there must be a land somewhere
for folks like me that just don't care
how we became the why and the wherefore
with no question of bein' careful

need a sense of path to take
with turns of right or wrong
maybe something easy to follow
I need it soon, I won't last long

if I can just leave the memory
of time served up to now
look at me, I can be
your next best
pal