Old Time

Faces, in the paper, in the story of your life

Places, in your memory, in the park or in the car

Names, names, some are the same, some are just too much the same

Shame, shame, shame on you and shame on me and this old time

Shame on this old time

Shame on this old time

Pieces, move to comfort in disorganization

Reason, drawing fiction into faith at every turn

Fall, fall, to conclusions as they gather and disperse

Call, call, call on you and call on me and this old time

Call on this old time

Call on this old time

Shame on this old time

Shame on this old time