January 23–30, 1978 Songtext
von Steve Forbert

One, two, a one

Plane comes down on the old runway
Home again for a week I′ll stay
Hangin' out like I used to do
I hope to find some old friends I knew

Hear the news and the honky tonk
Who got married, yes, and who split up
Drinkin′ 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 walls in the wind
By the railroad tracks

Ridin' out to a country bridge
Moonlight shinin' across the ridge
Frozen trees ′neath a billion stars
And seven friends crammed in Robbie′s car


High as kites and wild and gone
Drunk as well and laughin' loud
Back at home I say goodnight
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?
Dreamin′ dreams 'tween my sheets asleep

Wakin′ up and tryin' to think
Oh, what went down? Hey, what do we do?
I rub my eyes and shake my head
Yes, and I feel the sun

Plane takes off on the old runway
Snow fell light on the ground today
Lost an hour I′d gained before
Flyin' back to my New York door

Fare thee well, adiós, adieu
Yes, and 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