Sat down with a cup of coffee
and took a trip down memory lane,
Some songs written in the past
shines a light on what I used to be.
Every song is like a mirror;
Reflecting back a lost time.
And every footstep is a journey
into words and ancient melodies.

But I'm not what I used to be...

Becasue you were there throughout the journey
I had no inclination to take your hand,
We traveled through the stories
that were paved with grief and sorrow and a happiness.
I was so lost without you,
How could I have been so wrong?
Every footstep is a journey
but my legs can't carry me on no more.

But I'm not what I used to be,
Too many things have changed.
And I miss what I once was,
The door is closing fast.
And I'm not what I used to be...

Lay down in the desert road,
The sun-heat is like a gift
from some unknown figure that hides away
through the shadows of the past.
Well, I know no future,
My past is not longer mine,
But every footstep is a journey,
And every instance of it is mine,
And only mine.