Plane comes down on the old runway

Home again for a week I'll stay

Hanging out like I used to do

I 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 lead for brand new days

Quiet nights and empty streets

Sleepy town humble home yes

Same old waltz in the wind

By the railroad track

Riding out to a country bridge

Moonlight shining across the ridge

Frozen trees neath a billion stars

Yeah there are 7 friends jammed in Robby's car

High as kites and wild and gone

Drunk as well and laughing loud

Back at home I say 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 neath my sheets asleep

Waking up and trying to think

What went down what'd we do

I rub my eyes and shake my head

Yes and I'm feelin' the sun

Plane takes off on the old runway

Snow fell light on the ground today

Lost an hour that I gained before

Flying back to my New York door

Fare thee well adios 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