Like ghosts we both appear In this Polaroid I'll treasure through the years (Years) Full of promise and of smiles We are happily quite ignorant of pain And oh, how life can quickly change You can't predict the rain Or second guess the stars To find some method in the mad Or some goodness in the bad men That now and then block our way And as ghosts we'll disappear again Back into photographs They'll scatter through the years Friends assumed we'd moved away No, we're just hibernating And oh, how life can quickly change You can't predict the rain Or second guess the stars, no To find some method in the mad Just some goodness in the bad men That now and then block our way