Текст: Houston Davis Jones. Different Hair, Different Shoes.

Time shapes us like a most skilled sculptor from the clay of life
And the years define details and form the tales we?ll tell our children
When we?re old and they?re young like we were

Lives weave in between each other strangely
Never how they?d seem
And the friends that you once knew
They?re still the same friends just wearing different shoes

Life can seem so big like it?ll crush you with it?s load
So many people playing out this plot we watch unfold
But notice how the dots connect so easily sometimes

With just six degrees that separate me from all these friends of mine

Someday i?ll see you somewhere
Sitting by a bus stop growing different hair
And i?ll cry and i?ll think back
To golden days that we?ve now passed

Because time shapes us like a most skilled sculptor from the clay of life