Driving down the motorway, heading South and that's ok

Heavy traffic makes it slow, but I keep going with the flow.

Meeting with some friends of mine, haven't seen them for some time

Will I recognise them now? I guess we've all changed anyhow.

All this week my mind's been racing, names and faces I've been placing

Images from those old days, come to me from out the haze.

Coming back so crystal clear, "haven't thought of that for years"

makes me smile when I recall, maybe some good times after all.

I stand before the big oak door, where I'd last stood those years before

Now it doesn't seem so daunting, Images that now aren't haunting.

Noise and laughter from within, I push the door and enter in

So strange to see all the faces there, for a moment I just stand and stare.

I see a face I recognise, I glance across, I catch her eye

She looks back and she's wondering too, "I think I remember you."

We meet, we greet, and for a while, we reminisce, we laugh, we smile

Then all too soon the evening's gone, suppose I should be going home.

We say goodbye, I walk outside, and head off in the cold dark night

Now it all seems a little strange, and I realise how much we've changed.

Where are the friends I used to know, and what of those who didn't show?

Will I return again next time? some things are best left in my mind.

R. Langridge                           back to lyrics                © Langsongs 2001