I'm a lover of yesterday, it don't matter where I lay
I've got tall boots, and memories to hold
And when the sun finally sets, I can see my cigarette
Burning slow like the songs on the radio
Young man, seventeen, Green eyes and blue jeans and
Boots so old, all the miles they've seen
I remember holding on to every prayer I said at dawn
Like get me home, I promise I'll never leave
I promise I'll never leave, oh where would I go
Because all of these melodies are sad and cold
and all these stories that been told
all have me growing old
on the dusty hood of a car, I could hear all the stars
Singing out of tune, with the moon
and the song was sad as hell, and then the stars fell
Young man 23 living on amphetamines
and eyes so black all of the sadness they've seen
I remember holding on to every prayer I've said at dawn
Like get me home, I promise I'll never leave
Promise I'll never leave, oh where would I go
Because of these melodies are sad and slow
and all of these stories that been told
all have me growing old
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I remember holding on, to every prayer I said at dawn
Like get me home, I promise I'll never leave
Promise I'll never leave, oh where would I go
Because of these melodies are sad and cold
and all of these stories that been told
all have me growing old
Badada, dada, dada dada, dada
(basically repeat this over this progression until the end)