January 23-30, 1978 (Live)

Plane comes down on the old runway
Home again, for a week I'll stay
Hanging out like I used to do
I hope to find some old friends I knew

Hear the news in the honky tonk
Who got married, yes and who split up
Drinking beer while the jukebox plays
Brand new songs made for brand new days

Quiet nights and empty streets
Sleepy town, humble home
Same old waltz in the wind
By the railroad tracks

Riding out to a country bridge
With the moonlight shining across the ridge
Frozen trees 'neath a billion stars
And seven friends crammed into Robbie's car

High as kites and wild and gone
Drunk as well and laughing loud
Back at home I say goodnight
Goodnight and I close the door

Sunday morning, the church bell rings
The organ plays and the choir sings
Where am I while the preacher speaks
Dreaming dreams between my sheets of sleep

Waking up and trying to think
Hey, what went down and what do we do
I rub my eyes and shake my head
Yes and I feel the sun shining down

Plane takes off on the old runway
Snow fell light on the ground today
Lost an hour I'd gained before
Flying back to my New York door

Fare thee well, adiós, adieu
Yes and best of luck to all of you
I ain't no saint and I don't pretend to be
But I hope you all found a friend in me

City lights blink and shine
Down below, let it change
It's often said that life is strange
Oh, sure, but compared to what, huh?