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I should be knocking on the door of the pearly gates
why keep a poor man alive in a job he hates
I've heard that good things will come to he who waits
I should be riding on a float in the hit parade
instead of sitting on the curb behind the barricade
another verse in the doormat serenade

Won't you put me on top
won't you put me on top, or change the odds
won't you put me on top

You see me as a judge
though I deny it
and hold me like a grudge
then justify it
But when you take such pains
in searching for something that explains
please take a good look at our remains

'Cause if you were everything you say
things would be different today
and maybe there's room for compromise
but signs that I get say otherwise
say anything, 'cause I've heard everything

Nothing was saving our day
there was nothing to say,
but you said something anyway
claiming I stepped out of line
which forced you to leave me,
as if that idea was mine.
Oh, you stupid thing
speaking of course as your dear departed
oh, you stupid thing
it wasn't me that you outsmarted
oh, you stupid thing
stopping it all
before it even started.
I bet you knew it would come

Well, I guess that this is now the end
who'd have thought
my old friend
we signed the papers and we capped the pen
But I remember you from way back when
'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
welcome David-what's-his-name-again'
Things change -
the old cliche
if we knew now what we knew yesterday
oh, we couldn't give it away.

I was working at a record store
I knew you,

Today's the fourth of July
another June has gone by
and when they light up our town I just think
what a waste of gunpowder and sky
I'm certain that I am alone
in harbouring thoughts of our home
it's one of my faults that I can't quell my past
I ought to have gotten it gone

Oh, baby, I wonder -
if when you are older -
someday-
you'll wake up

It's so hard not to blame you
it's hard not to put all the blame on you
'cause you knew from the start
there was one little part you would not let through
I'm sure there were even moments when you thought
You might someday finish what you'd begun -
but that could've been anyone

could've been anyone
I lost my place in the sun
well, never mind
it could've been anyone.

Fifty years after the fair
the picture I have is so clear
underneath the clouds in the air
rose the Trylon and the Perisphere
and that for me was the finest of scenes
that perfect world across the river in Queens
Fifty years after the fair
I drink from a different cup
but it does no good to compare
'cause nothing ever measures up
I guess just for a second we thought

This is for the one who was false
who taught me about building walls
one who could always turn it around
to leave me here on shaky ground
this is for the one who made good
in someone else's neighborhood
one who was never anything but
the shifty eye of sheer bad luck
once I thought that I would never forget
and I have not quite done that yet

but I could hurt you now

I know there's a word for this
I know there's a word for the way I'm feeling
I know there's a word for this
I know it, and it's on the tip of my tongue
and it won't go any further.

I know there's a word for this
I know, 'cause it's in the dictionary
and when I find what it is
I'll write it down in case it comes up again
I'll be certain to avoid it.

So, take this down:
I just feel so beat

I should thank you almost
no one could kill it off until you bled it
but I got rid of that ghost
'though certain habits remain imbedded
with the shadow of a doubt
but baby it was you who fed it
and I don't know what else to say
but I think you get it.

I should've known
it was coming down to this
I should've known
you would betray me but without the kiss
I should've known

We made it down to New York
with everything intact
but as for getting back -
it was Boo who made the joke,
they don't give you any hope
but they'll give you plenty of rope
And Dan came in from Jersey
he went to get the drums
and if Buddy ever comes
we can get it off the ground
I hope someone's coming down
'else I can't see hanging around

Oh, experience is cheap

Well, today a friend told me this sorry tale as he stood there trembling and
turning pale he said each day's harder to get on the scale sort of like Jacob
Marley's chain.

But it's not like life's such a veil of tears it's just full of thoughts that
act as souvenirs for those tiny blunders made in yesteryears that comprise
Jacob Marley's chain.

So he's retired
lives with his sister in a furnished flat
he's got this suit that
he'll never wear outside without a hat
his hair is white but he looks half his age
he looks like Jimmy Stewart in his younger days.

And honestly, I might be
stupid to think love is love
but I do
and you've waited so long and
I've waited long enough for you.

My mother's calling

I know there's a word for this

I know there's a word for the way I'm feeling

I know there's a word for this

I know it, and it's on the tip of my tongue
and it won't go any further.

I know there's a word for this

I know, 'cause it's in the dictionary

and when I find what it is

I'll write it down in case it comes up again

I'll be certain to avoid it.

So, take this down: