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