[Spoken: 1, 2, ah 1]
Plane comes down on the old runway,
Home again for a week I'll stay,
Hanging out like I used to do,
Hope to find some old friends I knew;
Hear the news in the honky-tonk,
Who got married, yes, and who split up,
Drinking beer while the jukebox plays,
Brand new songs made for brand new days;
Quiet nights and empty streets,
Sleepy town, humble home, yes,
Same old waltz in the wind,
By the railroad tracks;
Riding out to a country bridge,
Moonlight shining across the ridge,
Frozen trees 'neath a billion stars,
Yeah, there's seven friends crammed in Robby's car;
High as kites and wild and gone,
Drunk as well and laughing loud,
Back at home I say good night (good night),
And I close the door;
Sunday morning the church bell rings,
The organ plays and the choir sings,
Where am I while the preacher speaks?
Dreaming dreams 'tween my sheets asleep.
Waking up and trying to think,
Oh what went down, hey what'd we do?
I rub my eyes and shake my head, yes
And feel the sun;
Plane takes off on the old runway,
Snow fell light on the ground today,
Lost an hour I gained before,
Flying back to my New York door;
Fare thee well, adios, adieu,
And yes best of luck to all of you,
I ain't no saint and I don't pretend to be,
But I hope you all found a friend in me;
City lights blink and shine,
Down below, let it change,
It's often said that life is strange, oh yes,
But compared to what?
Yeah
[Instrumental Outro]