Brighton Beach (Live From The Troubadour, West Hollywood/2013)

So, this is a new song, this one is called "Brighton Beach" I wrote this song when I was seventeen or eighteen I thought I was in love with this girl that we used to hangout in Brighton beach And it's a song of reflection of the '60s and none of you were there, I was So, it's called "Brighton Beach" I remember when you were only 17 You were the finest girl that my eyes had ever seen I guess you found it hard to simply just ignore This scruffy beat up working class teenage troubadour So we fell in love and I tuned your heart With my out of tune guitar You were wonderful, you were mystical And the envy of all of my friends Seems like only yesterday Under the stars on Brighton beach Oh, what a time it was What a time to be alive Remember Janice and Jimmy Kennedy and King, how they cried I sang to you the songs of Lamb and Jack You were Greta Garbo and I was Cadillac And we played so hard and we loved so hard But we never ever slept There were crazy days There were wonderful days And I loved you with all of my heart Seems like only yesterday Under the stars on Brighton beach Oh, your daddy had plans that did not include me And he won't stay away from your door How I dreamed, how I dreamed I could steal you away To some far distant shore Then early one morning, I awoke to find you gone You wrote "I love you baby, but it's time for me to move on" And so my teenage heart laid scattered on the floor I swear to God I could not have loved you anymore And as I sit here the night, playing with my kids Wondering where you are in this world Did you find your man, are you happy now? Do you ever stop and think about me? Oh, how I long for yesterday Under the stars on Brighton beach True story