January 23-30, 1978

(álbum: Jackrabbit Slim - 1979)

1, 2, ah 1

Plane comes down on the old runway
Home again for a week I'll stay
Hanging out like I used to do
Hope to find some old friends I knew

Hear the news in the honky-tonk
Who got married, yes, and who split up
Drinking beer while the jukebox plays
Brand new songs made for brand new days

Quiet nights and empty streets
Sleepy town, humble home, yes
Same old waltz in the wind
By the railroad tracks

Riding out to a country bridge
Moonlight shining across the ridge
Frozen trees 'neath a billion stars
Yeah, there's seven friends crammed in Robby's car

High as kites and wild and gone
Drunk as well and laughing loud
Back at home I say good night (good night)
And I close the door

Sunday morning the church bell rings
The organ plays and the choir sings
Where am I while the preacher speaks?
Dreaming dreams 'tween my sheets asleep

Waking up and trying to think
Oh, what went down, hey what'd we do?
I rub my eyes and shake my head, yes
And feel the sun

Plane takes off on the old runway
Snow fell light on the ground today
Lost an hour I gained before
Flying back to my New York door

Fare thee well, adios, adieu
And yes best of luck to all of you
I ain't no saint and I don't pretend to be
But I hope you all found a friend in me

City lights blink and shine
Down below, let it change
It's often said that life is strange, oh yes
But compared to what?

Yeah...