1968

One, two, three
 There ain't a thing in the world to take me back
 Like a dark-haired girl in a Cadillac
 On main street of an old forgotten town
 And sunlight shines in fine white lines
 On weathered stores with open signs
 They may as well just close 'em down
 And you look like 1968 or was it '69?
 When I heard you caught a bullet
 Well, I guess you're doing fine
 And you speak of revolution
 Like it's some place that you've been
 Well, you've been a long time gone
 Good to see you, my old friend
 Oh, now that sun is gone away
 Replaced instead by silver age
 And moonlight falling on the avenue
 Oh, and I could sleep if you would drive
 I just can't keep my mind alive
 And you've got nothing better else to do
 And we've all been looking for you
 Like a hobo you walk in
 Well, how the mighty all have fallen
 How the holy all have sinned
 Is that the clattering of sabers
 Or the cool September wind?
 Well, you've been a long time gone
 Good to see you, my old friend
 And there's just two times of day like this
 You find this kind of blissfulness
 The sun, it sets and rises in the morn
 And we're shakin hands, I rub my eyes
 Free of all my alibis
 Just a-blinking like the day that I was born
 And you look like 1968 or was it '69?
 When I heard you caught a bullet
 Well, I guess you're doing fine
 And you speak of revolution
 Like it's some place that you've been
 Well, you've been a long time gone
 Good to see you, my old friend
 And when the rounds were fired that April, you were on the balcony
 When ten thousand teardrops a-hit the ground in Memphis, Tennessee
 You were a prideful rebel yell among a million marching men
 And you've been a long time gone
 Good to see you, my old friend
 Well, you've been a long time gone
 Good to see you, my old friend