Who I See

I see life moving far too quickly
Blurring the lines between childhood and middle-age

Looking in the rear-view mirror at a lonely past
I stick my hand out the window
And the wind picks up speed

I spy through the railing
Those who have crossed my path
And up a ways, at the intersection
Are those I have yet to meet

Whether in passing
Or if they should sit a spell
I see them, and wave hello

Esta vida se mueve tan rápido,
This life moves far too quickly
To keep your eyes closed.