Memorial Day came and went again
and I feel the same-
how much you've changed.
I've heard all about where you've been
and how you are now, but I'm still remembering
how last year's parade's crowded streets left me
with a longing for nothing more.
Memorial Day came and went again
and I feel the same-
how much you've changed.
And I'll let you take a stab at me.
Maybe then you'll know what I mean.
Last year's streets at summer's end
left me with a longing for something more.
I'll let you take a stab at me.
I'll let you take a stab at me.
