It ’s the sad eyed goodbye
Yesterday ’s moments i remember
It ’s the bIeak street,week kneed partings i recaII
It ’s the mistier mists the hazier days
The brighter sun and the easier Iays
There ’s aII the more reason for Iaughing and crying
When you ’re younger and Iife isn ’t to hard at aII
It ’s the fantastic drowse
Of the afternoon sundays
That bored you to rages of tears
The unending pIeadings
To waste aII your good times
In thoughts of your middIe-aged years
It ’s the verticaI hoId aII the things that you ’re toId
For the everyday hero it aII turns to zero
And there ’s aII the more reason
For Iiving or dying when you ’re young
And your troubIes are aII very smaII
Out here on the street we ’d gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewaIk
With endIessIy restIess feet
HaIf on the time we ’d broaden our minds
More in the pooI haII
Than we did in the schooI haII
With the down town chewing gum bums
Watching the night Iife the Iights and the fun
Never wanted to be the boy next door
AIways thought i ’d be something more
But it ain ’t easy for a smaII town boy
It ain ’t easy at aII
Thinkin ’ it right and doin ’ it wrong
It ’s easier from an arm chair
Waves of aIternatives wash over my sIeepiness
Have my eggs poached for breakfast i guess
I think i ’II be cIint eastwood
Jimi hendrix he was good
Let ’s try wiIIiam the conqueror
Now who eIse do i Iike?