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 x4 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, oh my 40 Years x7 Of the sound ringing in my ears, in my ears