Baby pictures in a book for anyone who cares
Shaking hands for making deals with blank stares
Will you think I've changed
Will you think I've changed when I come home

Drift away, oh drift away in years to come
Shaking hands will spill the glass I drink from
Will you forget my name
Will you forget my name in years to come

Letters that I got from you a while ago
With words that I might read again, you never know
Oh how things have changed
Oh how things have changed since months ago