Letter To Alan - Live

When it's time for your reflection
As you wait till help arrives
You see our good friend's face on the dashboard
And you know you cannot leave that cab alive
Don't 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 (come on)
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 noone I can blame
Every person, thing and circumstance
That moves this perfect day
You've left behind

And I'm thinking
Christmas 1982 (come on)
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
They must be entertained
And if a stranger does the dying
Then that's O.K.!

And I'm sitting in this hotel room
Along Rue St. Louis
Dialing old phone-numbers down the line
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 around
Our old gambling grounds
It does not mean that I've forgotten
We believed, and I still do
(One, two, three)

Those were the days