I see the children with their boredom and their vacant stares.
We might be laughing a bit too loud, but that never hurt no one
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own/That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home.
I see the winos talking to themselves and I can understand.
Say goodbye to the oldies, but goodies, because the good old days weren't always good and tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems
I was drawn to boxing because I got beat up as a kid. I was the kid with the piano books in a New York neighbourhood.