When I'm walking down the street
And think about the memories
That my life has left for me
Thinkin' of these days
Of the past which have gone away
Some left scars in my mind
I shouldn't waste my time
With thinkin' 'bout the past
Or with thinkin' 'bout the future
Life is much too short
To regret departed deeds
Or to see much future coming
Seize the day…
Sometimes seeing things which come
Sometimes seeing things which go
Always thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
Planning days and months and weeks
Panning all the coming deeds
And forgetting what is now