A million days have passed since I was in high school.
A million days but all my memories remain.
I look back at all those days
and wonder if I could ever go back would it still be the same?
Too late for that.
I can’t go back.
And try if I may, my face shows my age.
Those days in college always seemed to fly by.
Me and my friends doing everything but what we should.
A lot has changed in those few years.
I hope my future stills looks as good.
1991, under a setting southern sun.
That shines down on me.
In a memory.
The other day I drove to Vancouver.
I went to go see one of my friends.
He said do you ever talk to Paul or Heather?
Said I haven’t in a while but I would like to again.
And I’d love to back and visit all these places,
but it would be brand new faces.