Letter to Alan (Live)

When it's time for your reflection
As you wait 'til help arrives
We see our good friend's face on the dashboard
And I know you cannot leave that cab alive
Well, you know I reach for you, from later times

Once I knew
Once I knew
Now I'm walking
Now I'm walking in the dark

Well, like bells our dogs are yelling, all across Centennial Park
And the Sunday morning light just sends me blind
And I'm only feeling useless 'cause there's no-one I can blame
For every person, thing and circumstance that moves this perfect day
You've left behind

And I'm -
Christmas 1982
Around this time, a year ago, Gaskill sold his boat
And headed for the Cross to sink a few
Never trust a Wayside Chapel crowd on Christmas Eve
Well, they must be entertained, and if a stranger does the dying
Well, that's okay!

And I'm sitting in my hotel room, along Rue St. Louis
Dialling old phone numbers down the line
And I measure my position to the obstacles we crossed
The territory covered and the parties that we lost
Those were the days

And if I don't hang 'round
Our old gambling ground
Well, it does not mean that I've forgotten
We believed, and I still do

Those were the nights

Thank you