It's the sad-eyed, goodbye,
yesterday moments i remember.
It's the bleak street, weak-kneed
partings i recall.
It's the mistier mist
The hazier days
The brighter the sun
And the easier lays
There's all te more reason
for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life
isn't too 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 the good times
In thoughts of your middle aged years
It's a 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 of the time
We'd broaden our minds
More in the poolhall
than we did in the schoolhall
With the downtown chewing-gum bums
Wachting the nightlife,
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 downtown boy,
It ain't easy at all,
Thinking it right, doin'it wrong
It's easier for an armchair
Waves of alternatives
wash at my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for breakfast i guess