young man i think i know you

your face reminds me of a place

i went to as a young boy

it feels like yesterday

you're married now with children

and lines have started on your face

it must be all the worry

of joining the rat-race



isn't it strange how people change?

i never liked you anyway



your wifes of pale complexion

packed a case the other day

as yet she hasn't told you

she'll soon be far away

at school you were a captain

a faded memory

it must be all the worry

so now you just complain



isn't it strange how people change?

i never liked you anyway

isn't it strange how people change?

and now you wish for yesterday