Words From The 70s

When the fog horn blows you know I will be coming home. Yeah when the fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it, I don’t have to fear it.

Young man, are you listening to me I said young man, what do you want to be I said young man, you make real your dreams.

Goodbye papa please pray for me I was the blacksheep of the family. You tried to teach me right from wrong, too much wine and too much song wonder how I got along.

Just I and my friend we’ll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles. And then we’ll move on but we will remember long after Saturday’s gone.

There’s always a chance a tiny spark will remain, yeah, and sparks turn into flames and love can burn once again, but I know you know.

Quiet and blue like the sky I’m hung over you and if I can’t find my way back home it just wouldn’t be fair.

Drive-in movies comic books and blue jeans Howdy Doody baseball cards and birthdays take me back to the world gone away.

Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old sometimes I’d like to quit, nothin’ ever seems to fit. Hangin’ around nothin’ to do but frown.

Well we drank champagne and danced all night under the electric candlelight she picked me up and sat me on her knee and said “Dear boy won’t you come home with me?”

Many times I’ve been alone and many times I’ve cried anyway you’ll never know the many ways I’ve tried.

But this time I’m really leaving you, whoa hope you you know it, baby hope you know it baby.

Well you’re where you should be all the time and when you’re not, you’re with some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend, wife of a close friend and…..

Come on now and try and understand the way I feel under your command. Take my hand as the sun descends they can’t touch you now.

You know that chick that used to dance a lot every night she’d be on the floor shakin’ what she’s got. Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot I mean she was steamin’.

He kept dreaming (dreaming) Ooh, that someday he’d be a star (A superstar, but he didn’t get far) But he sure found out the hard way that dreams don’t always come true.

The road is long with many a winding turn that leads to who knows where, who knows where.

We are stardust we are golden and we’ve got to get back to the garden.

My face ain’t looking any younger now I can see love’s taken a toll on me.

I know you’re looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks but there ain’t no Coup de Ville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jax box.

I look out this morning and the sun is gone turned on some music to start my day I lost myself in a familiar song I closed my eyes and I slipped away.