Meeting Places Where You Go
When the pictures on my wall begin to fade
It reminds me of all the mistakes I’ve made
Is it OK to leave them up for show
Am I turning into someone I don’t know
Where the time, where my mind, or where you go
When the hands on your clock weigh down on me
And time for you is something I can’t be
Is it OK to let the seconds go
Am I turning into someone I don’t know
Where the time, where my mind, or where you go
Where you go my love, where you go
