Your old haunts are beckoning They haven't seen much of your face And they'd like to know why you are neglecting What you once chose to embrace What happened to the parties thrown In the name of pure sensation Where your shaving kit was nearly always found At the foot of some fresh liaison And did you run off with the anchor Is that why they are drifting And did you rescue the women With whom they were sinking The past can be quite dangerous But it's often willing to forgive Just bring back all the footage Of how you used to live You see the myth of your ascension Above measly yesterday's crowd Has been mumbled but scarcely mentioned And never spread aloud So your old haunts are missing you And they want to know where the hell you've been So set aside your winter clothes awhile And let them see your skin Did you lose your heroic fire And what about your signature flair Because some say you've all but retired And there are clouds running through your golden hair It wasn't always so bleak it's true You glowed before you burned But the laurel leaves you hoped would speak for you Well they were the first to turn Now you're a paragraph in the paper Buried beneath a cold headline And it gives all those parasites such pleasure To see you checking out on time But please come back if you're broken They love you in that shape In the haunts you once abandoned But which you can't escape Yes please come back if you're shattered They'll take you that way too The singer is never more flattered Than when the applause is through