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It's the sad eyed goodbye yesterday's moments I'll remember

It's the bleak street weak kneed partings I recall

It's the mistier mist, the hazier days

The brighter sun, and the easier lays

There's all the more reason for laughing and crying

When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all.

It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays

that bored you to rages of tears

The unending pleadings to waste all your good times

on thoughts of your middle aged years

It's the vertical hold of the things that you're told

For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero

And there's all the more reason for living or dying

When you're young and your troubles are all very small

Out here on the streets we'd gather and meet

And scuff up the sidewalks with endlessly restless feet

Half of the time we'd broaden our minds more in the pool halls

Than we did in the school halls.

With the downtown chewing gum bums

Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun.

I never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought I'd be something more

It ain't easy for a smalltown boy, it ain't easy at all

Thinking it right, doing it wrong, it's easier from an armchair

Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness

Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess.