Thoughts are wavering
Out of my mind into the clouds
They float on and move out of sight

The past is calling me
Should I respond or carry on
Contented with what is to come

Shifting memories
They fly away so far into the night
Something in the wind
Makes me wanna know what's calling out my name

Picture-perfect frame
Looks like a photograph, the present still remains
Repeating memories
A lapse in time and we're forgetting what we saved

Thoughts are wavering
Out of my mind into the clouds
They float on and move out of sight

The past is calling me
Should I respond or carry on
Contented with what is to come