High school seemed like such a blur I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections And in class I dreamed all day About a rock 'n' roll weekend And the girl in the front of the room So close yet so far Y'know she never seemed to notice That this silly school-boy crush wasn't just pretend
Life goes by so fast You only want to do what you think is right Close your eyes and then it's past; (it's the) story of my life
And I went down to my old neighborhood The faces have all changed, there's no one left to talk to And the pool hall I loved as a kid is now a seven eleven
I went downtown to look for a job I had no training, no experience to speak of I looked at the holes in my jeans and turned and headed back
Good times come and good times go I only wish the good times would last a little longer I think about the good times we had and why they had to end
So I sit at the edge of my bed I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song Wonderin' bout what you're doin' now and when you're comin' back
As I crawled beneath the searchlights Looking through the floorboards of this life I met Doctor Strangeloves cousin He bore the marks of time "Hey! Trashcan where you going boy Your eyes are feet apart Is that the end you're carrying Shall I play the funeral march (play the march) Play the funeral march"
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