In my childhood, was a table
With china dishes and some chairs
I saw the food set in the places
I saw some people seated there
As I grew, I knew the changes
The truth seemed many years away
And now, I find it all so haunting
Because I was
someone else yesterday
And yet, I find it all so haunting
Cause years ago a wise man found
That some people would listen
to his wisdom
And I can nearly hear him now
I could be looking over my shoulder
At the calendar of faces I have seen
I could be looking over my shoulder
At the calendar of places I have been
Following me
Put my pictures in a bottle
And I threw it in the sea
Like many, many times before
Y'know, it kept on drifting back to me
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