I hear them walking down the corridor,
Footsteps in the halls of time
Faintly I see their faces,

On the back roads of my mind
Words in the darkness are always there,
Raping me with their thoughtlessness

Dreams I can't clear from my head,
I feel them calling to me
Naked night dance shadows on my window,

I lay alone with a memory
All my friends have died or gone away,
I live my life for thoughts of yesterday

Away from the feeling I have in my head,
If I ccould take back all the things I've said
I watch them playing from the twilight of my years

Watching, waiting silent there,
Children running as were my tears
I look back and....