January 23-30, 1978

Plane comes down on the old runway

Home again for a week I'll stay

Hanging out like I used to do

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 leave for brand new days

Quiet nights and empty streets

Sleepy town humble home yes

Same old waltz in the wind

By the railroad tracks

Riding out to a country bridge

Moonlight shining across the ridge

Frozen trees 'neath a billion stars

We all roll around in Robby's car

High as kites and wild and gone

Drunk as well and laughing loud

Back at home I say good night

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 'tween my sheets asleep

Waking up and trying to think

Oh what went down hey what'd we do

I rub my eyes and shake my head

Yes I'm feel the sun

Plane takes off on the old runway

Snow fell light on the ground today

Lost an hour I gained before

Flying back to my New York door

Fare thee well adios adieu

And yes 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

But compared to what