1968

One, two, three There ain't a thing in the world to take me back Like a dark-haired girl in a Cadillac On main street of an old forgotten town And sunlight shines in fine white lines On weathered stores with open signs They may as well just close 'em down And you look like 1968 or was it '69? When I heard you caught a bullet Well, I guess you're doing fine And you speak of revolution Like it's some place that you've been Well, you've been a long time gone Good to see you, my old friend Oh, now that sun is gone away Replaced instead by silver age And moonlight falling on the avenue Oh, and I could sleep if you would drive I just can't keep my mind alive And you've got nothing better else to do And we've all been looking for you Like a hobo you walk in Well, how the mighty all have fallen How the holy all have sinned Is that the clattering of sabers Or the cool September wind? Well, you've been a long time gone Good to see you, my old friend And there's just two times of day like this You find this kind of blissfulness The sun, it sets and rises in the morn And we're shakin hands, I rub my eyes Free of all my alibis Just a-blinking like the day that I was born And you look like 1968 or was it '69? When I heard you caught a bullet Well, I guess you're doing fine And you speak of revolution Like it's some place that you've been Well, you've been a long time gone Good to see you, my old friend And when the rounds were fired that April, you were on the balcony When ten thousand teardrops a-hit the ground in Memphis, Tennessee You were a prideful rebel yell among a million marching men And you've been a long time gone Good to see you, my old friend Well, you've been a long time gone Good to see you, my old friend