Staying up late

What did I forget to do?
What about the time, what did it forget to do?
There seems to be a wallet, but no money,
there seems to be a mind, but no memory.
Look in both ways, past each stop sign to the ocean.
Past the land where being lost is the way of life.
And again I'd forgotten why I was there.
Fearful and afraid, frightened but yet tame.
There seems to be a clock, nailed in a fashion of time.
Perhaps a shadow of reminder, to let the hand pass.
To never say I didn't look back.
Wasn't that your shirt I wore, wasn't that your's?
Isn't this the heart you wore, isn't it your's?
Clouds forget their patterns, but never seem to mind.
The oceans shift in waves, exactly where I found you.
I'll wait for when the tide calls your way.
I'll be waiting, remembering your name.
Forgetting to remember all of those days that pass,
To never say I didn't look back.

This wallet is still empty,
and I seem to have forgotten everything but my memory.