As I looked out my window this morning
Peeping into the light of day
I saw a man moving down by the crossroads where the shadowy Cinders do hide away
In silence I stared along by the roadside
I wondered thinking why it should be
I could not see but I thought he was praying
Just like a man with a lost memory
Down deep past the grey rusty timbers
Quietly searching as if to say
All that’s left of my mind are the cinders
Must be a sunrise out of this day
As I watched him follow the wind in vainly
Then look over his shoulder and turn to me
I have often thought it was someone I once knew
But he was a man with a lost memory
As I looked up scared at the evening sky
How the day had passed I will never answer
I know he can never tell me why?
Had I once wandered beside him
Will the visions inside us keep till we die?
Each day I look out that hollow window
He never returned to show me the key
I have hoped and prayed for that stranger to understand
But how can a man with a lost memory?
