Drowse
It's the sad-eyed, goodbye, yesterday moments I rememberIt's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recallIt's the mistier mistThe hazier daysThe brighter sunAnd the easier laysThere's all the more reason for laughing and cryingWhen you're younger and life isn't too hard at all
It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon SundaysThat bored you to rages of tearsThe unending pleadings, to waste all your good timesIn thoughts of your middle aged yearsIt's a vertical hold, all the things that you're toldFor the everyday hero it all turns to zeroAnd there's all the more reason for living or dyingWhen you're young and your troubles are all very small
Out here on the streetWe'd gather and meetAnd scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feetHalf of the timeWe'd broaden our mindsMore in the poolhall than we did in the schoolhallWith the downtown chewing-gum bumsWatching the nightlife, the lights and the fun
Never wanted to be the boy next doorAlways thought I'd be something moreBut it ain't easy for a smalltown boyIt ain't easy at allThinkin' it right, doin' it wrongIt's easier from an armchairWaves of alternativesWash at my sleepinessHave my eggs poached forbreakfast I guess
I think I'll be Clint EastwoodJimi Hendrix, he was good,William The ConquerorNow, who else do I like?