From: A Day At The Races, 1976
Writren by: Roger Taylor
Vocals - Roger Taylor
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It's the sad eyed goodbye
Yesterday's moments I remember
It's the bleak street, weak kneed partings
I recall
It's the mistier mist
The hazier days
The brighter sun
The easier lays
There's all the more reason
For laughing and crying
When your younger and your life isn't too hard at all
It's the fantastic drowse
Of the afternoon sundays
That bored you to rages of tears
The unending pleadings
To waste all your good times
In thoughts of your middle-aged tears
It's the vertical hold
All the things that you're told
For the everyday hero
It all turns to zero
And there's all the more reason
For living or dying
When your young and your troubles are all very small
Out here on the street
We'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalk
With endlessly restless feet
Half of the time
We'd broaden our minds
More in the pool hall than we did in the school hall
With the downtown chewing gum bums
Watching the nightlife
The lights and the fun
Never wanted to be the boy next door
Always thought I'd be something more
It ain't easy for a small town boy
It ain't easy at all
Thinking it right
Doing it wrong
It's easier for an arm chair
Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for breakfast, I guess
I think I'll be Client Eastwood
Oh no, Jimi Hendrix, he was good
Let's try William the Conquerer
Now who else do I like?
Brian May
