There's a moment in my mind   I scribbled and erased a thousand times   Like a letter never written or sent      These conversations with the dead   I used to be a sentimental guy   Now I'm haunted by the left unsaid   I never thought so much could change      Little things you said or did   Are part of me, come out from time to time   Probably no one I know now would notice   But I never thought so much could change      You drifted far away   Far away it seems   Time has stopped, the clock keeps going      People talking and I'm watching   As flashes of their faces go black and white   And fade to yellow in a box in an attic   But I never thought so much could change   Now I don't miss anyone   I don't miss anything   What a shame cause I used to be a sentimental guy