40 Years

I'm your man from December

I only wish I could remember

All the names of the people

And all the names of the streets

And all the birds in my books about birds

And all the words in my dictionary

I'm your man from December

I only wish I could remember

All the lights of the cars in the streets

As they blind me to the spot and then knock me off my feet

And I'm feeling this stagnation but it's just a fabrication

Born out of complications from my primary vocation

40 years

40 years

40 years

40 years

I'm your man

So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

And get over here

I'm your man from December

I only wish I could remember

All the names of the freaks and the fakes

And all the names of the creeks and the lakes

And all the birds in my books about birds

And all the words I ever heard

I ever heard in my head all my

40 years

40 years

40 years

40 years

40 years

40 years

40 years

Of the sound ringing in my ears, in my ears