A long time ago, yeah before you was born dude When I was still single and life was great I held this job as a traveling salesman That kept me moving
What can I do, what can I do? Much of what you say is true I know you see through me But there's no tenderness Beneath your honesty Oh, right and wrong
C'mon take me to the Mardi Gras Where the people sing and play Where the dancing is elite And there's music in the street Both night and day Hurry take
Well I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and just
I'm accustomed to a smooth ride Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost it's bite I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more I don't expect to sleep through
I was reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fifty four And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on
It was a slow day And the sun was beating On the soldiers by the side of the road There was a bright light A shattering of shop windows The bomb in the
Moves like a fist through the traffic Anger and no one can heal it Shoves a little bump into the momentum It's just a little lump but you feel it, in
If a feeling's born and no one complains Well that's good luck Running through young veins And if life is a blessing That brushes the tops of the trees
Joseph's face was black as night The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes His path was marked by the stars In the Southern hemisphere And he walked his
A man walks down the street He says why am I soft in the middle now Why am I soft in the middle The rest of my life is so hard I need a photo-opportunity
We'd like to know a little bit About you for our files We'd like to help you learn To help yourself Look around you, all you see Are sympathetic eyes