You Can’t Please Everybody, Rockwell

Like an old friend, he put his hand on my shoulder
And turning around, he said "you can't please everybody, Rockwell."
It's just that, walking home at night
By the freeway under lights
There's always something
I'm trying to remember not to miss a single thing, but...

But I don't know this man
But I don't know this man

He was holding me down with my face to the ground
Screaming "life begins at forty" at the top of his voice
And all I could think of
Was the sound of the traffic
And the way the evening light
Shoots back off the street signs
And how everything just passes me by

But I don't know this man
But I don't know this man
I've never laid eyes on him in my life
Hey!
Yeah...

I don't know this man
(I don't know this man.)
I don't know this man
How many phone booths can I walk past before I crack?
I've never laid eyes on him in my life