| young man i think i know you | |
| your face reminds me of a place | |
| i went to as a young boy | |
| it feels like yesterday | |
| you're married now with children | |
| and lines have started on your face | |
| it must be all the worry | |
| of joining the rat-race | |
| isn't it strange how people change? | |
| i never liked you anyway | |
| your wifes of pale complexion | |
| packed a case the other day | |
| as yet she hasn't told you | |
| she'll soon be far away | |
| at school you were a captain | |
| a faded memory | |
| it must be all the worry | |
| so now you just complain | |
| isn't it strange how people change? | |
| i never liked you anyway | |
| isn't it strange how people change? | |
| and now you wish for yesterday |