All Too Familiar
The road was dirt and winding, amid the elms and oaks
where old friends and I would walk and tell those jokes
To the wooden bridge over the creek, to swim and play
and to rest upon the bank to have a tale to impart I say
Now the bridge is gone, and most of the friends as well
And time flowed on and the rest is easy to finally tell
Someday soon it all will be gone, even in memory
like the waters of the creek, all will pass on out to sea
Changes come and memories go, over and over you see
So worry not and relax my friend thats just how its to be