You could have been there all along
You swept through my life like a mockingbird song
And micky'd my drink with a will to belong
Deserving of colors and asking
Who will remember me

Last call is rung
Coming and gone
Under the weight of the seasons
My reasons turn and sputter
Always stumbling down gutters

I wait for you to come back again
And I trust against trusting that only a friend
Would carry me off with a story that ends
At everyone else’s beginning
So who will remember me