I sit and my sight becomes blury
As my soul wanders to the past
Though physically seated
I have no control over my soul
Neither do I know who commands it

As it wonders , my soul goes back
Back to those long charts we used to have
Ohhh ! You used to make me ecstatic
That my ribs would hurt all week
How I wish I hadn't ruined it

As it wanders, my soul drifts back
Back to that one walk we had
It was...