Photographs on a soft November night
Memories lie cast in candlelight
With each time and place written in the lines on his face

He looks upon the scenes that made his life
Fancy car and a house no kids no wife
Then one pair of eyes for a second unrecognized

Then suddenly remembering
That summer when they laughed to think that they could ever forget the love they made

Itís a funny thing, but he canít recall her name.
Her smile is sweet, he wonders what became of her.