Old TImes

I wander through this town asleep
I call your name, but, there’s no relief
What kind of man would give you less?
From behind curtains that you peek
Too many tears roll down that cheek
And no one needs this kind of stress…
What about a change, just for old times
Hand in the fire, just for old times, for old times, for old times

Sometimes you know I’m taken back
Down one peg off the beaten track
A phone call tells you when to go
If you blink, you’re sure to miss
The only one that you’d want to kiss
Small flash and a sinking stone
Now you know what it’s like to be alone
But, I haven’t seen a winner yet
What about a change, just for old times
Hand in the fire, just for old times
What about a change, just for old times
Hand is in the fire, just for old times

You call this race: win, place or show
It’s where you land & who you know
I haven’t seen a winner yet
Sometimes you know I’m taken back,
Wandering through on this unholy track
What kind of man would bring you less?
Is this another drinking to forget?
What about a change, what about a change now?
What about a change, just for old times,
Hand in the fire, just for old times for old times, old times…