Из альбома: Ghosts of the Great Highway
Cassius Clay was hated
More than Sonny Liston
Some like K.K. Downing
More than Glenn Tipton
Some like Jim Nabors
Some Bobby Vinton
I like 'em all
I put my feet up
On the coffee table
I stay up late watching cable
I like old movies with Clark Gable
Just like my dad does
Just like my dad did
When he was home
Staying up late,
Staying up alone
Just like my dad did
When he was thinking
Oh, how fast the years fly
I know an old woman
Ran a donut shop
She worked late serving cops
Then one morning
Babe, her heart stopped
Place ain't the same no more
Place ain't the same no more
Not without my friend, Eleanor
Place ain't the same no more
Man, how things change
I buried my first victim
When i was nineteen
Went through her bedroom
And the pockets of her jeans
And found her letters
That said so many things
That really hurt me bad
I never breathed
Her name again
But I like to dream
About what could have been
I never heard her calls again
But I like to dream