Drowse

It's the sad eyed goodbye

Yesterdays 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

Its 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 wed gather and meet

And scuff up the sidewalk

With endlessly restless feet

Half on the time wed 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