At Times, Confused

They say he was, at times, confused Thirty years out of time As evening lengthened, he slowly diffused A clouding of his prime The wealthy residents came and went The tourists come and go So many things once said and meant Are now no-one's to know Living memory falls to disarray Yet the mind takes so long to drift away Caught in flashes, he somehow remembers He had cameras and lenses Marches and Augusts becoming Decembers Less sense made of the senses The wealthy residents came and went (remember) The tourists come and go (as the seasons come and go) So many things once said and meant (confused) Are now no-one's to know (now no-one can ever know) Living memory falls to disarray (we fall to disarray) Yet the mind takes so long to drift away (time itself may drift away) Seen veiled through the late bedroom pane Perhaps reflected in bathroom chrome A face distorted in old wood grain In someone else's home (home) As day passes day (as day gives way to year) And year passes year He does not want to stay Why ever is he still here? The wealthy residents came and went (remember) The tourists come and go (as seasons come and go) So many things once said and meant (confused) Are now no-one's to know (no-one can ever know) Living memory falls to disarray (we fall to disarray) Yet the mind takes so long to drift away (time itself may drift away) The wealthy residents came and went (remember) The tourists come and go (as seasons come and go) So many things once said and meant (confused) Are now no-one's to know (no-one can ever know) Living memory falls to disarray (we fall to disarray) Yet the mind takes so long to drift away (time itself may drift away)