The Brooklynn Dodger

Sinks the foul shot

Sees the changes

And unties the knot

Says Jack the Ripper

Killed like six people max

Then plays Daytripper

On the bari sax

The luxury of living in the past

Her name was Charlotte

She studied fashion in Montreal

The LA Dodger

Turns the telescope

Toward the forest trees

Of the Pacific Slope

Says, you know you can trace

The patterns in anything?

And you can bet that this summer

It's all happening

The luxury of living in the past

Another answering machine that will listen to you

We'd like to leave the door unlocked for a while

One more weekend waiting at your baaaaackkkk stepssss

The luxury of living in the past

Another answering machine of man who will listen to you there's always fear in letting go-o-o

One more weekend bus ride home from New England, hey!