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 leave 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
We all roll around in Robby's car
High as kites and wild and gone
Drunk as well and laughing loud
Back at home I say 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 I'm 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
But compared to what
January 23-30, 1978