Was - Mose Allison

When I become was and we become were

Will there be any sign or a trace of th' lovely contour of your face

And will there be someone around

With essentially my kinda sound

When am turns to was and now is back when

Will someone have moments like this

Moments of unspoken bliss

And will there be heroes and saints

Or just a dark new age of complaints

When I become was and we become were

Will there be any Susans and Ralphs

Lookin' at old photographs

And wondering aloud to a friend