Well I’m looking back Now I’m turning back All the pages of days gone past Growing with the changes That gave way to circumstance   I remember your cooking And home made apple pie Dad playing ball

Well I woke up Saturday morning Feeling kind of dazed I must have had one too many last night And blew my mind away Oh, I told myself once never again You got to

Oh Chameleon You really are alone Oh Chameleon I got some eyes to loan I see you are standing in everybody's line Don't you think? It's about time That you find  A place of your own. Oh Chameleon What

Dirty socks in a pizza box No insurance and faulty locks Old blue jeans and magazines Checkbook needs some balancing I can’t seem to lose The bachelor trash-bag blues Newspaper stolen from the next door

I lay here in the darkness and wonder all alone Of how you and I have become so close You’ve told me of the good times you’ve told me of the bad You’ve told me

Echoes of the memories Rising from the streets Visions of the past Linger beneath my feet Riding through a strange town For years you called it home The hour glass has run its course Now the