stopped by to say hello
to someone i used to know.
didn't have the change to call,
took the liberty to drop on by...
unannounced.
so, through some strangers'
kitchen screen,
the same old neighborhood.
yesterdays follow me
up and down familiar streets
in my heart.
big buildings scrape the sky,
recalling you and i
when i look at them, now.
on the bayou winding downtown,
memories drift by.
we lived well, didn't we?
bicycle royalty,
poor as mice,
but we owned this town.
we called the shots.
we made the rules.
spaghetti bars
were our music schools.
but, there's no one left to tell.
the faces have all changed
from the bad old days,
bad old days, bad old days.