Drowse

It's the sad eyed goodbye 
Yesterday's 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 
It's 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 we'd gather and meet 
And scuff up the sidewalk 
With endlessly restless feet 
Half on the time we'd 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 
Thinkin' it right and doin' it wrong 
It's easier from an arm chair 
Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness 
Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess 
 
I think I'll be Clint Eastwood 
Jimi Hendrix he was good 
Let's try William the Conqueror 
Now who else do I like?