Philadelphia

Summer comes, and I remember a time
 When I was young, and I was always changing my mind
 I could be anyone I wanted, travel great travels
 I had everything I needed
 In a small room I had big ideas
 And now I'm trying to hold on to those big ideas
 Oh, I know...
 Those days are through, but I still think of you, Philadelphia
 And all the music... you know, it was my protection
 I didn't need no one, cause I found affection
 In the six strings of an old guitar and my radio
 I moved to the beat of the hot streets
 Where the people were singing and dancing and waving their hands in the air
 While my Mama, she shook her head, and she said "Lord have mercy"
 And once again... The good ol' days are gone; ain't it funny how we still carry on, Philadelphia
 I had to leave; knew I had to look to other places
 To try out my big ideas in front of all these faces
 And hope that the lessons and beauty of being young
 Someone with the imagination of a child
 Could bring a smile to all these faces
 From a small room, Room 222, I've seen it happen many times before
 And I know, I know, I know, I know I'll see it happen again
 If I can just keep...
 Remembering that those special things... and the big ideas,
 And all the lovely, lovely music will always be a part of me, Philadelphia