When I was a bright young man
Walking these quiet streets
I always had some friends
Waiting somewhere for me
And people would pa** me by
And say their good evenings
And I'd take for granted
I could even exist here
As the girls go by on their shining bikes
Three at a time
In perfect synchronicity
Their laughter falling in the rain
And I feel like such a stranger
And I feel like such a child
And I feel like such a stranger
Wish I could just be someone for a while
When those bright fathers
And their lovely wives
Come home from dancing
Looking so much alive
When those same young mothers
Have to, walking, pa** me by
Only their children
Ever look me in the eye
As the girls go by on their shining bikes
Three at a time
In perfect synchronicity
Their laughter falling in the rain
And I feel like such a stranger
And I feel like such a child
And I feel like such a stranger
Wish I could just be someone for a while
I pa**ed my reflection
In the the pretty little gallery windows
And I tried to paint a picture
Of what it was that I used to look like
Before age and its vandals
Took an icy wind to my face
And I could walk these silver streets
And not be a stranger to this place