It's so old Every day I feel I'm setting in a mould To go back To my days spent in the laundromat apartment I'd try To shake up every little thing I felt I didn't do right It feels like I fly When I sprinkle over footprints and fill in the lies A pocket of time Memories are so easy to see from both sides So simple to say But given the choice who could keep away? I'll keep it in my pocket forever