All I have are these warm-blooded memories
faint and foggy as I drift away out to sea
All I have are these old tears and old laughs
besides that, I’ve got other people’s photographs.
Colored in graduation gowns of
green and gold…
riding past Atlanta’s skyline,
southern tales told.
I once took my photos too,
but I chucked them from my view, so
I can’t help but cry and laugh,
recalling moments so daft,
reliving other people’s photographs.