New places, same sounds, same feelings
Same job, same hours, new expectations
Same friends, new friends, still alone
Same body, same mind, New realizations

Its hard to see time as always was, never end
you have to let it ball its self into groups called moments
And even a moment is bound to laps to and from another
But we'll recall them all seperate, and call them a memory

Time doesn't change, as Bowie made clear
But i think i'd like to differ
True time doesn't stop, and it works all the same
My loss of hope, for each year, grows quicker and quicker.