It's not, yesterday, anymore I go visiting and I talk loud I try to make myself clear In front of a face that's nearer
Than it's ever been before
It is, is a million years ago I hear music and it sounds like bells I feel like my head is high I wish I could meet, every one
And now, now I'm busy, busy again I feel like sitting down but I'm still thinking, thinking about my friends
Speaking about my friends Thinking about my friends