Doctor, my eyes have seen the years And the slow parade of fears without crying Now I want to understand I have done all that I could To see the evil
(Jackson Browne & Glenn Frey) Well I'm a-running down the road trying to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind Four that want to own me, two
among you It's there your hope must lie There's a sea bird above you Gliding in one place like Jesus in the sky We all must do the best we can And then
Well I've been out walking I don't do that much talking these days These days- These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do
Looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer I was taken by a photograph of you There were one or two I know that you would have liked a
The words had all been spoken And somehow the feeling still wasn't right And still we continued on through the night Tracing our steps from the beginning
Everybody I talk to is ready to leave With the light of the morning They've seen the end coming down long enough to believe That they've heard their
Some of them were dreamers And some of them were fools Who were making plans and thinking of the future With the energy of the innocent They were gathering
I'm sitting down by the highway Down by that highway side Everybody's going somewhere Riding just as fast as they can ride I guess they've got a lot
I'm going to rent myself a house In the shade of the freeway I'm going to pack my lunch in the morning And go to work each day And when the evening rolls
(Jackson Browne & Nancy Farnsworth) Here come those tears again Just when I was getting over you Just when I was going to make it through Another night
(Jackson Browne & Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and
(Maurice Williams) People stay just a little bit longer We want to play - just a little bit longer Now the promoter don't mind And the union don't mind
Jamaica was the lovely one, I played her well As we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fell Hiding from the children so they would not tell We would
(Jackson Browne) When you look over your shoulder And you see the life that you've left behind When you think it over do you ever wonder? What it is
Down on the boulevard they take it hard They look at life with such disregard They say it can't be won The way the game is run But if you choose to stay
(Jackson Browne) Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields In sixty-five I was seventeen
(Jorge Calderon & Jackson Browne) Papa hit him, Mama kissed him Made him go to Catechism With the sisters in their black and white And all the time