baby pictures in a book for anyone who cares
shaking hands for making deals with blank stares
will you think I've changed
will you think I've changed when I come home
drift away, oh drift away in years to come
shaking hands will spill the glass I drink from
will you forget my name
will you forget my name in years to come
letters that I got from you a while ago
with words that I might read again, you never know
oh how things have changed
oh how things have changed since months ago