| I was cramped into a coffee house pew
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| Two dollar coke in my hand
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| Listening to the music run
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| Through and out of a drowning man
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| Ten years ago I first heard him singing
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| To a screaming crazy crowd
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| Now there’s thirteen loyal people
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| Trying to sound that loud
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| And I wonder as I watch him now
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| Why his songs don’t turn me on
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| He got me into music
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| Where has the fragile magic gone?
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| And all the changes
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| Keep on changing
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| And the good old days
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| They say they’re gone
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| Only wise men
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| And some new born fools
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| Say they know what’s going on
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| But I sometimes think the difference is
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| Just in how I think and see
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| And the only changes going on
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| Are going on in me
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| There was you and Fifth avenue
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| Before there were lies
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| And all my hot blood schemes
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| And teenage dreams
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| Flashed before my eyes
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| I did not think I had a chance
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| You had to prove me wrong
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| It took a year and a half
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| Of tears and laughs
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| Before you moved along
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| And now these long years later
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| When I see you once again
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| I wonder what you saw in me
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| When you loved me way back then
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| There I was in you Air Force
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| Uncle Sam, you owned my brain
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| I tried to see myself as a sex mad savior
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| Sailing on a silver plane
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| I started out to do my duty
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| Ended up just doing time
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| What is it about you
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| My mother of a country
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| That makes so many change our minds
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| You had me on your honor roll
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| For your dream I would die
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| Now I would not even cross the street
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| To help you live a lie |