January 23-30, 1978 - Steve Forbert

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 G

Drinking beer while the jukebox plays, brand new songs for brand new days

Quiet nights and empty streets, sleepy town, humble home

Same old waltz in the wind, by the railroad track

Riding out to a country bridge, moonlight shining across the ridge

Frozen trees neath a billion stars, 7 friends jammed 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 neath

my sheets asleep

Waking up and trying to think, what went down, what’d we do?

I rub

my eyes and I shake my head and feel the sun

Plane takes off on the old runway, snow fell light on the ground

today Lost an hour that I gained before, headed back to my New York

door.

fare thee well, adios, adieu and 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 G

friend in me

ity lights blink and shine, down below, let it change

It’s often said that life is strange, oh yes, but compared to what?