Wearin' all those grass stained jeans
 Nothing is forgotten, everyone is pleased.
 Someone got his hair cut
 The girls have lots to say
 His friends had felt more comfortable
 With it worn the other way
 And I don't know if I'll see you again.

 Next one at the old house
 Snow is on the ground
 Photographs and wine are passed around
 Someone toasts an absent friend
 Another takes his seat
 They gather round the dying fire
 But the circle's not complete
 And I don't know if I'll see you again

 Last one by the highway
 Wind blows through thin smiles
 Someone made a wrong turn
 Missed a joke by miles
 Someone got their hair cut
 A tear in her eye
 But no one even comments -
 Except to say 'goodbye'
 And I don't know if I'll see you again