Traces

Going back to your old house, see what part of walls remain
Were you couldn't get through
And I've been standing there for hours, to see what kept in the shades
And you were running there
The fields were shields to keep them out

I walk along the old barroom, a man stops in front of me
With a weird look in his eyes
He said "hey weren't you that strange guy,
From the old caravansite?"
And you were crying here
Cause we seemed to wear you out

And that was all he wanted to see but
   Hell no, I've been to school
   For the last ten years played the fool
   In the school of life

I strike down at the old market, a girl stands in front of me
With a strange kid on her arms
She said "hey weren't you that odd guy
That left me behind?" Did you, like to
Run away, when stones were thrown like rain on me
that couldn't be me because

   Hell no I've been to school
   For the last ten years played the fool
   In the school of life

I walk on to the old graveyard. A stone rises in front of me
With my dad's name on one side
I said hey we have an appointment on the other side
Didn't we spent too little time
To do things we should have done

   Hell no, I have to go,
   for the next ten years of my time
   to play the fool of life

And then I walk away with my old pride
Kept in the shade of my sharades
And a mystic life