I'm just an old man writing a song
Dredging up dreams a long time gone
I'm just an old man with a pen in my hand
I Got nothing to say but I'm making a stand
I'd show you what I've seen
Maybe talk about places I've been
Workin' hard to remember the show
If only memory was the first thing to go
Got some lost days and lost ways in the back of my mind
Dusty letters in a trunk I keep meaning to find
I'll burn them all if they come back to me
I think that's what they call setting yourself free
I'd show you what I've seen
Maybe talk about places I've been
Workin' hard to remember the show
If only memory was the first thing to go
If only memory was the first thing to go
Then I wouldn't know the things that I know
I've known some loves and known some fears
The last thing I'll know is when my ride gets here
Down at Dom Polski's they're cooking a rat
And I always wondered why anyone would do that
Fifty years later and I've still got no clue
Why the hell it is we do what we do
I'd show you what I've seen
Maybe talk about places I've been
Workin' hard to remember the show
If only memory was the first thing to go
I've got to catch a train, my ride'll be here soon
The sun's always highest right at noon
And Leaving is easiest after you're gone
That final Night's like a shadow dark and long
I'd show you what I've seen
Maybe talk about places I've been
Workin' hard to remember the show
If only memory was the first thing to go