They say he was, at times, confused
Thirty years out of time
As evening lengthened, he slowly diffused
A clouding of his prime
The wealthy residents came and went
The tourists come and go
So many things once said and meant
Are now no-one's to know
Living memory falls to disarray
Yet the mind takes so long to drift away
Caught in flashes, he somehow remembers
He had cameras and lenses
Marches and Augusts becoming Decembers
Less sense made of the senses
The wealthy residents came and went (remember)
The tourists come and go (as the seasons come and go)
So many things once said and meant (confused)
Are now no-one's to know (now no-one can ever know)
Living memory falls to disarray (we fall to disarray)
Yet the mind takes so long to drift away (time itself may drift away)
Seen veiled through the late bedroom pane
Perhaps reflected in bathroom chrome
A face distorted in old wood grain
In someone else's home (home)
As day passes day (as day gives way to year)
And year passes year
He does not want to stay
Why ever is he still here?
The wealthy residents came and went (remember)
The tourists come and go (as seasons come and go)
So many things once said and meant (confused)
Are now no-one's to know (no-one can ever know)
Living memory falls to disarray (we fall to disarray)
Yet the mind takes so long to drift away (time itself may drift away)
The wealthy residents came and went (remember)
The tourists come and go (as seasons come and go)
So many things once said and meant (confused)
Are now no-one's to know (no-one can ever know)
Living memory falls to disarray (we fall to disarray)
Yet the mind takes so long to drift away (time itself may drift away)