Nostalgia in the shallows of my mind is so clear
And these bent up gears in my hollows are running off memories and beer
At some point I hit rock bottom yeah I though I'd found the end
There are traces of you in autumn traces of my old friend
This is just our way / old memories do wane / but its OK
Every moment of boredom lends me a larger lens
To look back at what seems foreign to all other life trends
When I feel I'm in shambles I'll envy back then
Because you were there when I stumbled when you were my old friend
This is just our way / old memories do wane / but it's OK