09 - Drowse

[00:14.97] It's the sad eyed goodbye

[00:19.85] Yesterday's moments I remember

[00:24.28] It's the bleak street,week kneed partings I recall

[00:34.11] It's the mistier mists the hazier days

[00:39.17] The brighter sun and the easier lays

[00:44.21] There's all the more reason for laughing and crying

[00:48.99] When you're younger and life isn't to hard at all

[01:03.86] It's the fantastic drowse

[01:06.25] Of the afternoon Sundays

[01:09.18] That bored you to rages of tears

[01:13.96] The unending pleadings

[01:16.34] To waste all your good times

[01:18.73] In thoughts of your middle-aged years

[01:23.78] It's the vertical hold all the things that you're told

[01:28.56] For the everyday hero it all turns to zero

[01:33.61] And there's all the more reason

[01:36.00] For living or dying when you're young

[01:39.64] And your troubles are all very small

[01:54.77] Out here on the street we'd gather and meet

[01:58.92] And scuff up the sidewalk

[02:01.33] With endlessly restless feet

[02:05.04] Half on the time we'd broaden our minds

[02:08.76] More in the pool hall

[02:10.89] Than we did in the school hall

[02:14.62] With the down town chewing gum bums

[02:18.61] Watching the night life the lights and the fun

[02:36.66] Never wanted to be the boy next door

[02:41.71] Always thought I'd be something more

[02:46.50] But it ain't easy for a small town boy

[02:51.54] It ain't easy at all

[02:57.11] Thinkin' it right and doin' it wrong

[03:01.90] It's easier from an arm chair

[03:06.57] Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness

[03:11.62] Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess

[03:17.21] I think I'll be Clint Eastwood

[03:21.64] Jimi Hendrix he was good

[03:26.33] Let's try William the Conqueror

[03:31.37] Now who else do I like