| We walked the beach of Cocoa Beach, Florida
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| We walked the beaches of Tel Aviv, Israel
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| We walked the beaches of Centro, Portugal
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| We walked the beaches of Stinson and Bolinas, California
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| We walked along the Tuscarawas in Ohio
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| We walked along the Niagara River in Buffalo
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| We walked along the American River in Coloma
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| And along the Sacramento River in California
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| We’ve driven through the Sierras
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| Through Donner’s Pass and Truckee through the snow and the pine trees
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| We’ve driven down Highway 1 so many times
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| For fried oysters, green chili soup and Olallieberry pie
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| I remember our first kiss like it was yesterday
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| We both said «First I want to brush my teeth first»
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| At the exact time
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| And since then I’ve been yours and you’ve been mine
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| And these have been the most wonderful years of my life
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| These have been the most wonderful years of my life
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| We’ve shared beds in St. Malo
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| And Reykjavik and Tokyo
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| And in my Dad’s extra bedroom in Massillon, Ohio
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| And in New Orleans at the Monteleone
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| Yeah I’ve spent time with others throughout our time
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| And I’ve grappled with that duality of my life
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| That I don’t expect civilians to comprehend, understand or know
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| The complications of my idiosyncratic soul
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| Home life verses, the turbulent life of rock 'n' roll
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| The road is loneliness, emptiness, alienation
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| A life of temptation, flirtation, and preoccupation
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| Of jugglin' and compartmentalization
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| Can’t carry this weight anymore
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| Shame, sorrow and frustration
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| Yeah I didn’t marry my high school sweetheart
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| Didn’t get a dog and a 4-door car and a picket fence
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| I told y’all I’m half man, I’m half alley cat
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| On Among the Leaves
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| And somehow y’all gave me praise for that
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| And somehow y’all gave me praise for that
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| Now I’m almost 54 and life has intervened
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| And I’ve closin' those old doors
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| And sayin' goodbye to that life and I mean it
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| And every day I love you more and more and more and more
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| Every day I love you and can’t wait to see you walk inside my door
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| Everyday I’m grateful to get to know you more
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| Now and then I dream I’m on stage
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| Runnin' around tryin' to get from place to place to place
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| The other night I dreamed Hal Willner was still alive
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| That I was on stage singin' one of his events and so beautiful was the vibe
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| The band was shakin' the stage the sound was so alive
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| The band was shakin' the stage the sound was so alive
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| And I walked off stage and there you were Caroline by my side
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| Then I woke up and my god I felt so fucking down
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| Where did it all go, where did he go, my old music friend Hal?
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| I think of the world before and I think of the world now
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| And I just want to take this moment to say, I miss you Hal
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| Sunny days in San Francisco are so rare
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| But this mornin' I woke up and so clear was the air
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| Walked up the hill, sat on a bench at Lafayette Park
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| Talked to my sister, told her I loved her
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| She said, I love you too, Mark
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| And Caroline called and I said can’t wait to see you tonight
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| And share the bed with you and your cat and watch some TV and get a bite to eat
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| I’ve been waking up every day next to a pillow
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| Thinkin' you’re there, and then I find myself alone and 10 pounds fatter
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| Still readin' John Fante’s Full of Life
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| Still writin' words and music for it is my blood
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| For it is my life
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| I beat myself that I’m not as good as Henry Miller or John Fante
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| But like both all I want to be is true
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| And write a love song for you
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| That’s all I want to do is write a love song for you
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| Your brown eyes are like a mahogany dream
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| Your skin is sweet as coffee ice cream
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| Your lips are as sensual as the freshest Japanese seabream
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| You lift my spirits, you lift my pride and my self-esteem
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| Oh we’re just back from Kokkari
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| Places are openin' back up and everybody in the restaurant seemed so jolly
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| When fall turns to winter I hope the world doesn’t get back to its horror story
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| And gets more divided and more Civil Warry
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| Either way if I’m with you there’s no need for me to worry
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| Don’t know where to go now or what to do with this story
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| Except to give credit where credit is due
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| My life lacks inspiration and purpose without you
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| Don’t know where to go now don’t know what to do
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| Except to write this love song for you
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| Except to write this love song for you |