While window shopping through the past I ran across a looking glass Reflecting moments remaining in a burned out light Tragic magic prayers of passion Stay the same through changing fashions They freeze my mind like water on a winter's night
Spent most of my youth Out hobo cruising And all I got for proof Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So goodbye nonbeliever Don't you know that I hate to leave here So long babe, I got the flashback blues.
Photographs show the laughs Recorded in between the bad times Happy sailors dancing on a sinking ship Cloudy skies and dead fruit flies Waving goodbye with tears in my eyes Well, sure I made it but ya know it was as hell of a trip.
Spent most of my youth Out hobo cruising And all I got for proof Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes And ten times what it grieves you That's how much more I hate to leave you now So long babe, I got the flashback blues.
Spent most of my youth Out hobo cruising And all I got for proof Is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So goodbye nonbeliever Don't you know that I hate to leave here So long babe, I got the flashback blues.
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