Well, Double R.J. is older now, he stays up watching the night snow fall Black bound book on the table, dusty beside card tricks and games Yeah, one by one he cuts the names from the back of the daily news Laying side by side they make quite a company of men
Yeah, and all the things they've done and not done, glaring under the scope Double R.J.'s mom, she called this morning, all is well back home ?And how are you today, my son?, "Fine, ma, I'm fine" Seventeen pages set in place for a back line of memories
Yeah, the new one's fighting for space and concern Walter winks across the cue ?My folks are goin' out today, I've got some weed, are you comin'?? And it's twenty four years later, the movie lot's still intact Tables buried under truck bones and machine shop tools
Well, Walter hasn't found his way from the park yet to page eighteen Oh, and all those girls, God, what were their names? Should've kept their pictures It's starting to blur on Double R.J., they're rolling into one Except for Elvin the snake and Indian George And the guy you couldn't scare
And then first kiss on the playground bought with sister's stolen ring So the odd discomfort shawl, drapes it across his bony wings As the loss of honest vision seers, pioneers and double dares Set your clothes on fire if you ever breathed a word
And Double R.J. falls backwards, he can see further away And Double R.J. falls backwards, he can see further and further awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
