1, 2, ah 1 Plane comes down on the old runway Home again for a week I'll stay Hanging out like I used to do Hope to find some old friends I knew Hear the news in the honky-tonk Who got married, yes, and who split up Drinking beer while the jukebox plays Brand new songs made for brand new days Quiet nights and empty streets Sleepy town, humble home, yes Same old waltz in the wind By the railroad tracks Riding out to a country bridge Moonlight shining across the ridge Frozen trees 'neath a billion stars Yeah, there's seven friends crammed in Robby's car High as kites and wild and gone Drunk as well and laughing loud Back at home I say good night (good night) And I close the door Sunday morning the church bell rings The organ plays and the choir sings Where am I while the preacher speaks? Dreaming dreams 'tween my sheets asleep Waking up and trying to think Oh, what went down, hey what'd we do? I rub my eyes and shake my head, yes And feel the sun Plane takes off on the old runway Snow fell light on the ground today Lost an hour I gained before Flying back to my New York door Fare thee well, adios, adieu And yes best of luck to all of you I ain't no saint and I don't pretend to be But I hope you all found a friend in me City lights blink and shine Down below, let it change It's often said that life is strange, oh yes But compared to what? Yeah...