This is the day of the expanding man
That shape is my shade there where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass
At ramblers, wild gamblers- That's all in the past
You call me a fool you say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
I'll make it this time- I'm ready to cross that fine line
I'll Learn to work the saxophone and I play just what I feel
Drink scotch whiskey all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
My back to the wall a victim of laughing chance
This is for me the essence of true romance
Verse 3: (Same chords as the 2nd half of Verse 1)
This is the night of the expanding man