Reaching Back

I’ve got memories of faces I met
They’re all mixing together the older I get
I’m reaching back
I’m reaching back
I don’t remember you
I don’t remember you
I’m gripping sand,
Time keeps slipping and slipping through my hand
I’m reaching back
I’m reaching back
I don’t remember you
I don’t remember you
The smile you’ve worn
You seemed so happy to see me, but I’m torn
I’m reaching back
I’m reaching back
I don’t remember you
I don’t remember you
But don’t take it bad
But don’t take it bad
I don’t remember me, too