My Old Pals — текст песни (Kim Carnes)

(Richard Stekol)

John and Lucky saw me off
The whistle called the times
Just six days out to the coast
Just six days behind
But I`ve seen every state since then
And where my boys have gone
Is known to God and four strong winds
And I`m here all alone

Now ten long years have somehow passed
Since I`ve seen my hometown
And times I`ve spent upon those streets
And faint familiar sounds
Still whisper gently in my ear
And play upon my eyes
And I`ll hold on to my memories
Till one by one they die

I can hear your passing trains
And I wonder what they see
And somewhere`s out my window
Are the places I might be

Now I`m chasing down those pretty little boys
They wander through my mind
Maybe they`ll remember me
When I work off my time

But I still belong to everyone
And if my sleep allows
Well then all those boys
Will dance tonight
With me and my old pals

But I`m running every single night
And every single days
Lord I`ve tried everything I know
To somehow find my way
Back to that one place in time
That fond memory endows
Me and my old pals