Different Hair, Different Shoes

Time shapes us like a most skilled sculptor from the clay of life
And the years define details and form the tales well tell our children
When were old and theyre young like we were

Lives weave in between each other strangely
Never how theyd seem
And the friends that you once knew
Theyre still the same friends just wearing different shoes

Life can seem so big like itll crush you with its load
So many people playing out this plot we watch unfold
But notice how the dots connect so easily sometimes
With just six degrees that separate me from all these friends of mine

Someday ill see you somewhere
Sitting by a bus stop growing different hair
And ill cry and ill think back
To golden days that weve now passed

Because time shapes us like a most skilled sculptor from the clay of life