A million days have passed since I was in high school. A million days but all my memories remain. I look back at all those days and wonder if I could ever go back would it still be the same? Too late for that. I can't go back. And try if I may, my face shows my age. Those days in college always seemed to fly by. Me and my friends doing everything but what we should. A lot has changed in those few years. I hope my future stills looks as good. 1991, under a setting southern sun. That shines down on me. In a memory. The other day I drove to Vancouver. I went to go see one of my friends. He said do you ever talk to Paul or Heather? Said I haven't in a while but I would like to again. And I'd love to back and visit all these places, but it would be brand new faces.