Nostalgia in the shallows of my mind is so clear And these bent up gears in my Hollows are running off memories and beer At some point I hit rock bottom yeah I though I'd found the end There are traces of you in autumn traces of my old friend This is just our way old memories do wane but its OK Every moment of boredom lends me a larger lens To look back at what seems foreign to all other life trends When I feel I'm in shambles I'll envy back then Because you were there when I stumbled when you were my old friend This is just our way old memories do wane but it's OK