Letra de January 23-30, 1978 - Steve Forbert

[Spoken: 1, 2, ah 1]

Plane comes down on the old runway,
Home again for a week I'll stay,
Hanging out like I used to do,
Hope to find some old friends I knew;

Hear the news in the honky-tonk,
Who got married, yes, and who split up,
Drinking beer while the jukebox plays,
Brand new songs made for brand new days;

Quiet nights and empty streets,
Sleepy town, humble home, yes,
Same old waltz in the wind,
By the railroad tracks;

Riding out to a country bridge,
Moonlight shining across the ridge,
Frozen trees 'neath a billion stars,
Yeah, there's seven friends crammed in Robby's car;

High as kites and wild and gone,
Drunk as well and laughing loud,
Back at home I say good night (good night),
And I close the door;

Sunday morning the church bell rings,
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The organ plays and the choir sings,
Where am I while the preacher speaks?
Dreaming dreams 'tween my sheets asleep.

Waking up and trying to think,
Oh what went down, hey what'd we do?
I rub my eyes and shake my head, yes
And feel the sun;

Plane takes off on the old runway,
Snow fell light on the ground today,
Lost an hour I gained before,
Flying back to my New York door;

Fare thee well, adios, adieu,
And yes best of luck to all of you,
I ain't no saint and I don't pretend to be,
But I hope you all found a friend in me;

City lights blink and shine,
Down below, let it change,
It's often said that life is strange, oh yes,
But compared to what?

Yeah
[Instrumental Outro]