I'm visiting. The ground's a little weathered where I stood. Right field in my neighborhood. I was mostly last, always least. . Dig it. At graduation everyone.
Show is over, close the story book. There will be no encore. And all the random hands that I have shook. Well, they're reaching for the door. . I watch their backs as they leave single file.
Boy there was a day, an assortment of rhymes. And waving they rode that parade for a while. And everybody knew everybody. Boy there was a day being lonely was hard.