Every Saturday night. I watched Roy Rogers on TV. Back when everything was black and white. And easy to see. . But now everything has changed. Except my memory.
Its a small crowd here again tonight. Im playing these old songs I write. Nobodys listening. But a rich guy in the corner booth. . And I think Id like to be just like him.
Im sittin in car in southern California. Just like I do every day thinkin bout my life. And waiting for the light to change. Told her I was leavin. . She said I dont believe you.