Some you keep right close to your heart Some are distant right from the start Some they meet you just to play When its done then they go away Like the leaves they're falling And through them I'm scrolling, I'm wondering Where do people go when they're not around They fly into the sky, or go under the ground What do they think while they are away Where do people go what place can we say Some they make you laugh some make you cry Some they disappear keep wondering why Some they stay around while some go away Some are for the nights and some for the days And these hands you're holding Are like pages folding, keep wondering Where do people go when they're not around They fly into the sky, or go under the ground What do they think while they are away Where do people go what place can we say