When I become was and we become were. Will there be any sign or a trace of th' lovely contour of your face. And will there be someone around. With essentially my kinda sound. When am turns to was and now is back when. Will someone have moments like this. Moments of unspoken bliss. And will there be heroes and saints. Or just a dark new age of complaints. When I become was and we become were. Will there be any Susans and Ralphs. Lookin' at old photographs. And wondering aloud to a friend.