Blazing dust, I walk through time

My old friends aren't mine

All of their faces like leaves on a fall day, the wind sweeps them away

I try to catch them, but they won't stay

Impression

A footprint in the snow

Follow a trip made long ago

I keep on moving, there's no one beside me, but I don't walk alone

Can anyone really ever get free from the people they have known?

Impression

A softly fading note

Taking shape and letting go

Strangers I once knew and now have forgotten, the fog is rolling in

I still have my vision, but I can't see