passing away moments that would be better spent with you
I thought about the many good times of my life
could count them all on one hand, maybe there were one or two
no need to waste my energy concernin' strife
for the many times when I was thinkin' I was cool
I was nothing more than an commonday common fool
and now I find I cannot find myself the answers
to the questions that I pose to myself
suppose I must go back to school

or come back to you
and see it all through
you held me in your eyes
it felt mighty good
I held you in my arms
I did what I could
you tried to follow me
but that was too good
I couldn't let you and I left you behind

now I've left myself alone and far behind