1968

One, Two, Three,

There ain’t a thing in the world to take me back

Like a dark-haired girl in a Cadillac

On main street of an old forgotten town

The sun light shines in fine white lines

On weathered stores with open signs

They may as well just close ‘em down.

And you look like 1968 or was it ‘69

When I heard you caught a bullet

Well I guess you’re doing fine

And you speak of revolution

Like it’s some place that you’ve been

Well you’ve been a long time gone

Good too see you my old friend.

Oh now that sun is gone away

Replaced instead by silver rays

Of moonlight falling on the avenue

Oh and I could sleep if you would drive

I just can’t keep my mind alive

And you’ve got nothing better else to do

And we've all been looking for you

Like a hobo you walk in

Well how the mighty all have fallen

How the holy all have sinned

Is that the clattering of sabers

Or the cool September winds

Well you’ve been a long time gone

Good to see you my old friend.

And there’s just two times a day like this

You find this kind of blissfulness

The sun it sets and rises in the morn.

And we’re shakin hands; I rub my eyes

Free up all my alibis

Just a blinking like the day I was born

And you look like 1968 or was it ‘69

When I heard you caught a bullet

Well I guess you’re doing fine

And you speak of revolution

Like it’s some place that you’ve been

Well you’ve been a long time gone

Good too see you my old friend.

And when the rounds were fired that April you were on the balcony

When ten thousand tear drops hit the ground in Memphis, Tennessee

You were a prideful rebel yell among a million marching men.

And you’ve been a long time gone

Good to see you my old friend

Well you’ve been a long time gone

Good to see you my old friend.