What can I say? What can it be?

Memories of places, places that I've been
are all, are all I see
Traces of visions no one can see haunting me

Moving my hands, I try
moving my hands
We watch it all slip by

Moving forward, straight ahead
Waiting for the moment
it's past again
Here in the present
unsure of the past
How will this last?

Sometimes I sit and I wait
I stare at the clock on the wall
The hands move time
much faster than I
But I try

Moving my hands, I try
moving my hands
We watch it all slip by
Moving my hands

Moving forward, straight ahead
Waiting for the moment
it's past again
Here in the present
unsure of the past
How will this last?

Moving forward, straight ahead
Waiting for the moment
it's past again
Here in the present
unsure of the past
How will this last?

What can I say? What can it be? What can I do?

Moving forward, straight ahead
Waiting for the moment
it's past again
Here in the present
unsure of the past
How will this last?