Shadows moving, children coupling   And I was stranded by myself   And I wanted to be saved   And in the roughest way      In a backyard at a party   Leaving last or first or just staying at home   Where a sea of eyes was left behind   And a sea of hands couldn't reach      And that's why I don't   I don't keep a record   Because there's too much looking back as it is   But if I do it on occasions      Well, then, the saddest thing's not what you felt   But just how much you felt it      Backward leaning, lonely passion   And a drink once more in my hand   Now a drink is all it takes   To forget my age      And so I don't   I don't keep a record   Because there's too much looking back as it is   But if I do it on occasions      Well, then, the saddest thing's not what you felt   But just how much you felt it      Once you go back, it's on top of you   And then that's you, again