Seasons keep on changing you remain the same Always one month short of twenty-five Your t-shirts fit me funny Your friends gave me your records They see you when they look into my eyes And I still suck at Foosball I guess that's no surprise It's hard to win without you by my side My, my, hey, hey Forever and a day In my thoughts you'll stay I miss you most at Christmas In the family photographs The way you'd hide your teeth behind your smile We wonder what you'd look like And how you'd get your haircut And could things have been different in a while Maybe you'd get married And maybe you'd have babies And maybe we could take them to the seaside My, my, hey, hey Forever and a day in my thoughts you'll stay Seasons keep on changing you remain the same Always one month short of twenty-five