Faces, in the paper, in the story of your life
Places, in your memory, in the park or in the car
Names, names, some are the same, some are just too much the same
Shame, shame, shame on you and shame on me and this old time
Shame on this old time
Shame on this old time
Pieces, move to comfort in disorganization
Reason, drawing fiction into faith at every turn
Fall, fall, to conclusions as they gather and disperse
Call, call, call on you and call on me and this old time
Call on this old time
Call on this old time
Shame on this old time
Shame on this old time