Long-Term Memory Loss

I draw a line in the sand with a stick like a pen in my hand
It helps me to know where I’ve been but only where so never when
I go back in time, following that little line to find
That I can’t seem to remember my past, so I wait until it’s glass

Woah
Because the tide can’t wash my memories
It’ll only take them someplace far away
To a shoreline for someone to draw
A line of their life someday

The waves still come and go, it’s a fact that everyone knows
I jump into the crashing water and let the ocean breeze blow
And when I wake up again, I’m somewhere I’ve not been before
The building I stood in was not to my liking so I walked outside the door
The cold weather can be such a drag
But the same wind that chills me to the bone is the one that sails my bags
And I know I’ve changed
But the lure of nostalgia keeps trying to pick at my brain

Woah
Because the tide can’t wash my memories
It’ll only take them someplace far away
To a shoreline for someone to draw
A line of their life someday