In Past My Dreams Were Seldom Real Of Things To Come, My New Dreams Now Just Memories Unfinished Sentences, I Wonder Why. That In The Night I Long For What Once Was....What Was Real And At The Time, Everything. But That Dream Never Comes True Those Days Weren't Meant To Last, And If I Saw You Now...Could We Repeat The Past? It Feels Like My Gut Has Been Strangled. My Legs and Arms Tangled. Nothing Lasts... Looking At Life Through The Glass Nothing Lasts... The Memory Hits A Sense And Life Explodes. Too Bad It Won't Last, Again Each Day Seems To Spiral Away And I Look To Myself But Find Nothing To Say, Alone. To Stay Busy In A Little Town, You Learn What Is Home.