It's the sad eyed goodbye yesterday's moments I remember

It's the bleak street,week kneed partings I recall

It's the mistier mists the hazier days

The brighter sun and the easier lays

There's all the more reason for laughing and crying

When you're younger and life isn't to hard at all

It's the fantastic drowse, of the afternoon sundays

That bored you to rages of tears, the unending pleadings

To waste all your good times, in thoughts of your middle-aged years

It's the vertical hold all the things that you're told

For the everyday hero it all turns to zero, and there's all the more reason

For living or dying when you're young, and your troubles are all very small

Out here on the street we'd gather and meet, and scuff up the sidewalk

With endlessly restless feet, half on the time we'd broaden our minds

More in the pool hall, than we did in the school hall

With the down town chewing gum bums

Watching the night life the lights and the fun

Never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more

But it ain't easy for a small town boy, it ain't easy at all

Thinking it right and doing it wrong, it's easier from an arm chair

Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness

Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess

I think I'll be clint eastwood, jimi hendrix he was good

Let's try william the conqueror, now who else do I like?