Time moves things around from the head, to the heart, the back, the knees

Where do you carry your memories?

Mine are scattered remnants

Picked up, set down, abandoned

A forgotten glass perched between book and plant

And I know it could be all for nothing

But I'm fine with that

Yeah I know it's probably all for nothing

But I'm fine with that

I dreamt I'd find honey if I just followed the bees

Where do they carry their memories?

Mine are scribbled fragments

Sonnet on a napkin

I'm often left wondering what happened

And I know it could be all for nothing

But I'm fine with that

Yeah I know it's probably all for nothing

But I'm fine with that

Your eyes stay green but your hands keep getting older

Dearest memory machine, it's all on your shoulders

The words still sting but my skin is getting stronger

Dearest memory machine, how much longer?

Time moves things around from the head, to the heart, the back, the knees

Where do you carry your memories?