Pinhead Gunpowder

I walk a crooked twisting path
That seems to be leading nowhere
I lead a loner's life
Not what I meant to do
I do what seemed to be
The right thing at one time
But now that time has passed
And I'm the last one
Walking down this path
I walk along the same old streets
Where we used to meet by chance
But now there's not one familiar face
There's not one knowing glance
There's just my memory
A problem that I seem to have
Is not being able to appreciate
Or understand
The present until it's past
And so it goes
Away