...To Have No Answer

What you say you are, you are
What you will be, you will be
Where you will go, it will be crowded
You will fight for your place
Like the rest of us

It was cold, I was meeting you there
You were watching the lights disappear
I believe you were waving your arms
Memory only does us so much

Sometimes it is right
To have no answer
To sit with myself
And remember