When I was a bright young man
Walking these quiet streets
I always had some friends
Waiting somewhere for me
And people would pass 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, pass 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 passed 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
