He
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
He
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
Me
I'll take his laughter and his tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where he goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
He he oh he
