I find myself searching for something.  
I am racing around looking,
not even sure what I am in search of.
  
The summer days are so long.
Yet they slip right through my hands.
What is it I can't find?  
  
Finally, it comes to me.
A tune so familiar.
I am searching for my youth!
  
When did I become this old lady?
Who is that I see in my own reflection?  
It can't be me, I know it can't.
  
I am holding on to only memories.
Still I am in the making of new ones.
Its all so fast, life that is.  
  
When can I find my real self.
Where did I go?  
Where did time go?