Funny all the people we meet
On a crowded street
They all have places to go
They don’t even know
They just bumped into an old pal
Slipped into their old gal
Knocked down the teacher that taught them 1, 2, 3.
Tripped over the hero
That they used to want to be.
Funny we don’t see the faces or use those simple graces
Like hi, hello, and please, thank you
You don’t even remember what or when or who
All those memories of the past
‘Cause you’re moving just too fast
Maybe if you slowed down
And took a look around
You’d notice all the old friends that you forgot to see
And all the old dreams that you forgot to be.