I put my feet back east for a chew on the Drive, there’s a tiger in my blood and I’m feeling alive. Gotta get my pen on paper when I’m feeling this way.
There ain’t a Vegas king who could deal me wrong, there ain’t a pagan queen that could steal my song - “Knocking on Heaven’s Door” in the Café du Soleil.
I’s an older man then when I got off the train, I’m a younger man now, but you can’t tell by my face. Every wrinkle takes its story with you to the grave.
But I’ve got new things to write about all the old themes, I’ve got new ways to shout and new ways to bleed. Just put your fingers here on my pulse maybe you’ll see what I mean.
Oh Sleepy Dunbar, I’m wide awake, no honey, I can’t sleep, so put your red boots on, come on out and dance with me. Oh Sleepy Dunbar, you gotta open up this door for me, get your red set of wheels, I’ve got the mix if you’ve got the keys.
We saw a bloody sword at Kitsilano Beach and I guess Cockburn’s right, I don’t know where it leads, but take me up to Cypress Mountain for a better view.
With the city below and Orion above, with Tom singing it’s “Time, Time, Time” that I loved, I’ve always been a little bit dense but I can get a clue.
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