(carly simon/jacob brackman) An occasional joint, a gla** or two of beer Still i would never have guessed that you In a half-way house, on a dead-end street In a run-down part of a one-horse town But just do what they say, don And i won't let you down, and without a doubt I Waiting at the gate when they let you out You set the world on fire, dancing after dark Now you I No one gets a free ride, none of us is spared I Three o You And i Waiting at the gate when they let you out
The doctors have so little faith They say you were a cla**ic case They said the chance is eight in ten They But i I Your papers all stamped, your eyes so bright and blue Looking like a baby picture of you Walking down the path, your suitcase in your hand The howling at your back, a brand new man Be a perfect little camper, be a brave little scout And i Waiting at the gate when they let you out...