Crouton Cracker Jacks

One sided you're nothing, but holes in the ceiling (I put up)
Our time can be two-timing
Does it mean anything
Sleep when you want to
Or work longer hours on small schemes and small pursuits
It's all in what you choose to do
And I'll just stay home
We can't remember younger years
But we pass by our old houses
And hope that time hasn't changed us too much

We start over and move forward
If only I could