Steve Forbert - January 23-30, 1978 lyrics

[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]