I don't keep a record

Shadows moving, children coupling
And I was stranded by myself
And I wanted to be saved
And in the roughest way

In a backyard at a party
Leaving last or first or just staying at home
Where a sea of eyes was left behind
And a sea of hands couldn't reach

And that's why I don't
I don't keep a record
Because there's too much looking back as it is
But if I do it on occasions

Well, then, the saddest thing's not what you felt
But just how much you felt it

Backward leaning, lonely passion
And a drink once more in my hand
Now a drink is all it takes
To forget my age

And so I don't
I don't keep a record
Because there's too much looking back as it is
But if I do it on occasions

Well, then, the saddest thing's not what you felt
But just how much you felt it

Once you go back, it's on top of you
And then that's you, again