I walk a crooked twisting path

That seems to be leading nowhere

I lead a loner's life

Not what i meant to do

I do what seemed to be

the right thing at one time

But now that time has passed

And I'm the last one

Walking down this path

I walk along the same old streets

Where we used to meet by chance

But now there's not one familiar face

There's not one knowing glance

There's just my memory

A problem that I seem to have

Is not being able to appreciate

or understand

The present until it's past

And so it goes

Away