I can't remember When seeing faces In clouds and in leaves Became better than in places. And as the sun goes down Truning purpule, orange and brown I'm pretending I don't have a secret, Pretending that I don't have to keep it, And though I'm heading North, Will I end up right where I started from, Where I started from? I know the pages Are turning fast But I've read this book before And this part doesn't last. And as my head goes down, Following cracks and lines on the ground I am looking a little older I am lookng over my shoulder And though I'm heading North Will I end up right where I started from, Where I started from?