This Is Going Nowhere

I'm wondering around what used to be

downtown wet and feeling cold and kinda feeling old,

I'm walking around and I can almost hear the sound

of everyone I've known and all the people I've seen get up and go.

And there's nothing left to say when I look at friends and see how they've changed.

I kinda wish that it was years ago.

It's another missed connection,

another friend headed in the right direction?

Maybe it's the wrong one and when it's all said and done,

I don't think anybody knows and it goes to show that I'm lost at the edge of 18,

keep losing track of what seems to have been 5 mintues ago.