Albatross

Sad tyrant, turn on a dime In the sultry west coast night Hopping along skid row Amongst the hopeful and their junk You showed me so much Took us to a new high Speeding along in a clean machine Riding the wake of another One so mean Those days are now long gone Wish I had your picture Memory will do the trick So I wanted, I wanted I wanted to help you And I have to admit things got weird for a bit And I screamed for you, "There goes my man!"