This Is Going Nowhere by Less Than Jake

I'm wondering around what used to be
Downtown wet and feeling cold and kinda feeling old,
I'm walking around and i can almost hear the sound
Of everyone i've known and all the people i've seen get up and go.
And there's nothing left to say when i look at friends and see how they've changed.
I kinda wish that it was years ago.
It's another missed connection,
Another friend headed in the right direction?
Maybe it's the wrong one and when it's all said and done,
I don't think anybody knows and it goes to show that i'm lost at the edge of 18,
Keep losing track of what seems to have been 5 mintues ago