as I have walked on this road
I felt the presence of old
good times that were and are still
of they, I can't get my fill
since always seemed like they'd last
never failed to fill my glass

but now I can't fill my cup
promise has all been used up
I guess that I must move on
to somewhere I haven't gone

to turn my back on this world
face unknown events unfurled
don't know if I can adjust
no clue as what I can trust

and now I'm facing myself
no memory pulled from a shelf
suppose that I must suppose
life free from memory dose

I don't see you anymore
I don't hear you anymore
I don't feel you anymore

I can not love you any more