It's the sad eyed goodbbye yesterday's moments I'll remember
It's the bleak street weak kneed partings I recall
It's the mistier mist, the hazier days
The brighter sun, and the easy oles
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When youre younger and life isnt too hard at all.
It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays that bored you to rages
Out here on the streets we'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalks with endlessly restless feet
Half of the time we'd broaden our minds more in the pool halls
Than we did in the school halls.
With the downtown chewing gum bums
Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun.
I never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought Id be something more
I think I'll be Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix, he was good