young man i think i know you your face reminds me of a place i went to as a young boy it feels like yesterday you're married now with children and lines have started on your face it must be all the worry of joining the rat-race isn't it strange how people change? i never liked you anyway your wifes of pale complexion packed a case the other day as yet she hasn't told you she'll soon be far away at school you were a captain a faded memory it must be all the worry so now you just complain isn't it strange how people change? i never liked you anyway isn't it strange how people change? and now you wish for yesterday