flashback blues

while window shopping through the past

i ran across a looking glass

reflecting moments remaining in a burned out light

tragic magic prayers of passion

stay the same through changing fashions

they freeze my mind like water on a winter's night

spent most of my youth

out hobo cruising

and all i got for proof

is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes

so goodbye nonbeliever

don't you know that i hate to leave here

so long babe

i got the flashback blues. photographs show the laughs

recorded in between the bad times

happy sailors dancing on a sinking ship

cloudy skies and dead fruit flies

waving goodbye with tears in my eyes

well

sure i made it but ya know it was as hell of a trip. spent most of my youth

out hobo cruising

and all i got for proof

is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes

and ten times what it grieves you

that's how much more i hate to leave you now

so long babe

i got the flashback blues. spent most of my youth

out hobo cruising

and all i got for proof

is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes

so goodbye nonbeliever

don't you know that i hate to leave here

so long babe

i got the flashback blues.