Class of '65

Well I got a letter from a high school friend

Who I never really knew that well, he wrote me

And the mothball letter on a blue and white sweater

From the Class of '65 got me planning

Planning

Standing in a room full of faces (in a room), I knew them all

But I could not place the names with the faces

Now conversation makes me nervous

I just smile and nod along

When it comes to telling stories, I could go on and on

I went downstairs to straighten my tie

Laid out on a table, a chance to pass by, were some stories

On some notebook paper from some high school friends

And they all had tales to tell

And they all sent pictures of their families

And the stories read so well

I just stood there and pretended I had something in my eye

And the tears fell on the letters

I had to, sorry we missed ya, maybe next time

Tell everyone I said hi, hi

From the Class of '65, hi

From the Class of '65, hi