Drift Away

There was a boy I new

Back when it all began

With the words of revelation in his hand

But when I look back now

At the photographs

I pretend to heal the world and drift away

Drift away

When the fire was strong

And the flames were high

There were those I couldn’t number in my eyes

Now with my open hand

I can count them all

And the faceless in the crowd will drift away

Drift away