Memories are Company

Waddling in this day, yesterday was way better
Watching from the window of memories, living in the memories

And the boy says to his mother
"Look at that old man, he looks strange"

Wake up, St. Peter rings the bell
The bell is small but loud
"I bet your time is up here,
There are some papers you have to fill out"

Then the pete shows the way through the gate
And says have a nice eternity

In the eternal truth, still living in the memories

I'm playing golf with the memories
And the memories are company
The court is changing all the time
But still the memories are company