This used to be my townnNow I feel I’m losing groundnThey used to know my namenAt least I had a taste of local famennHey, don’t forget menPlease don’t forget me when I’m gonennNow the crowds are growing thinnMan, you should have seen them way back whennNow I’m just another guynThey used to whisper when I walked bynnHey, don’t forget menPlease don’t forget me when I’m gonennI guess I knew it would endnThat don’t make it any easiernnNow the crowds are growing thinnMan, you should have seen them way back whennnHey, don’t forget menPlease don’t forget me when I’m gonenn‘Cause on certain nights when the crowd’s just rightnThe magic can returnnI took so much for granted then, I took so much for grantednI wish that I could take back all these yearsnnHey, don’t forget menPlease, don’t forget me when I’m gone