Have you ever stopped to think of where the moments past have gone
have you ever wondered where they all could go
You'll never find an answer if you never wonder why
they can't just pass away somewhere, someone has got to know
Maybe they got lost somewhere just wandering in the dark
they can't just all be gathering in the past
No matter what you do you'll never speed them on their way
and just the same you'll never make one last
When we are young they're in front of us and standing there in line
slowly passing everyday and always one by one
They'll sneak right up then run away, sometimes so far away
the more that pass you so it seems the older you become
The moments fill our memories, they're all we really have
that's where they are, that's where I think they go
Each minute holds a memory and holds it for dear life
through all the days and all the years, up to a minute ago...
Copyright 1993
Archie Papa...
