Change.

The same song's playing on the radio.
The same song I heard back in ninety four.

When I was just a child.
Playing cowboys running wild.

Nostalgia sets in about half past ten.
Nursing a blister from my old fountain pen.

Ink's running dry.
How did the day up and pass me by?

Living my life out of a shoebox full of old photos.

Ticket stubs and notes and secrets I wont expose.

Thoughts explode.
Flashbacks and memories.

Foes now friends.
Friends now enemies.

Stepping out in fair weather.
Vintage shades matched with worn leather.

A dead mans jacket on my back.
I breathe it in and think of Jack.

Days we'd spend skipping school.
Chasing fame and shooting pool.

Changing strings on my guitar, thinking of the first I ever had.
Strumming dead notes, driving everybody mad.

Songs that I would sing for T.
Underneath that fruitless apple tree.

Someone finally chopped it down.
Now it's dusky vacant ground.

Looking up at a clear blue sky.
Almost as deep as Sara's eyes.

Remember when we'd ride bikes on her birthday in July.
Now she's married to a stately guy.

Getting changed by an antique mirror.
I still look like me, just a touch less clearer.

I woke up one day and everything changed.

But deep down...

I still feel the same.