作词 : Walsh
Well I got a letter from a high school friend 
Who I never really know that well, he wrote me 
And the mothball letter on a blue and white sweater 
From the Class of '65 got me planning, planning 
Standing in a room full of faces (in a room), 
I knew them all 
But I could not place the names with the faces 
Now converstaion makes me nervous 
I just smile and nod along 
When it comes to telling stories, 
I could go on and on 
I went downstars to straighten my tie 
Laid on a table 
I chance to pass by were some stories 
On some notebook paper from some high school friends 
And they all had tales to tell 
And they all sent pictures of their families 
And the stories read so well 
I just stood there and pretended 
I had something in my eye 
And the tears fell on the letters 
I had to, sorry we missed ya, maybe next time 
Tell everyone 
I said hi, hi 
From the Class of '65, hi 
From the Class of '65, hi