like an old friend he put his hands on my shoulder and turning around he said "you can't please everybody rockwell" it's just that, walking home at night by the freeway under lights there's always something i'm trying to remember not to miss a single thing but but I don't know this man (x2) he was holding me down with my face to the ground screaming "life begins at 40" at the top of his voice and all I could think of was the sounds of the traffic and the way the evening light shoots back off the street signs and how everything just pa**es me by but I don't know this man (x2) i've never laid eyes on him in my life hey yeah I don't know this man (x2) how many phone booths can I walk past before I crack i've never laid eyes on him in my life