January 23-30, 1978

[Spoken: 1, 2, ah 1]

Plane comes down on the old runway
Home again for a week I’ll stay
Hanging out like I used to do
Hope to find some old friends I knew;

Hear the news in the honky-tonk
Who got married, yes, and who split up
Drinking beer while the jukebox plays
Brand new songs made for brand new days;

Quiet nights and empty streets
Sleepy town, humble home, yes
Same old waltz in the wind
By the railroad tracks;

Riding out to a country bridge
Moonlight shining across the ridge
Frozen trees 'neath a billion stars
Yeah, there’s seven friends crammed in Robby's car;

High as kites and wild and gone
Drunk as well and laughing loud
Back at home I say good night (good night)
And I close the door;

Sunday morning the church bell rings
The organ plays and the choir sings
Where am I while the preacher speaks?
Dreaming dreams 'tween my sheets asleep

Waking up and trying to think
Oh what went down, hey what'd we do?
I rub my eyes and shake my head, yes
And feel the sun;

Plane takes off on the old runway
Snow fell light on the ground today
Lost an hour I gained before
Flying back to my New York door;

Fare thee well, adios, adieu
And yes best of luck to all of you
I ain't no saint and I don't pretend to be
But I hope you all found a friend in me;

City lights blink and shine
Down below, let it change
It's often said that life is strange, oh yes
But compared to what?

Yeah
[Instrumental Outro]