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