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.