At Times, Confused Lyrics

They say he was, at times, confused

Thirty years out of time

As evening lengthened, he slowly diffused

A clouding of his prime

The wealthy residents came and went

The tourists come and go

So many things once said and meant

Are now no-one's to know

Living memory falls to disarray

Yet the mind takes so long to drift away

Caught in flashes, he somehow remembers

He had cameras and lenses

Marches and Augusts becoming Decembers

Less sense made of the senses

The wealthy residents came and went (remember)

The tourists come and go (as the seasons come and go)

So many things once said and meant (confused)

Are now no-one's to know (now no-one can ever know)

Living memory falls to disarray (we fall to disarray)

Yet the mind takes so long to drift away (time itself may drift away)

Seen veiled through the late bedroom pane

Perhaps reflected in bathroom chrome

A face distorted in old wood grain

In someone else's home (home)

As day passes day (as day gives way to year)

And year passes year

He does not want to stay

Why ever is he still here?

The wealthy residents came and went (remember)

The tourists come and go (as seasons come and go)

So many things once said and meant (confused)

Are now no-one's to know (no-one can ever know)

Living memory falls to disarray (we fall to disarray)

Yet the mind takes so long to drift away (time itself may drift away)

The wealthy residents came and went (remember)

The tourists come and go (as seasons come and go)

So many things once said and meant (confused)

Are now no-one's to know (no-one can ever know)

Living memory falls to disarray (we fall to disarray)

Yet the mind takes so long to drift away (time itself may drift away)