As if you were there in that darkened room,
Smoky bar, looking tough and mean
In your shades and your beat-up bomber jacket.
It was a phase; you were James Dean.
You had a fascination for self-destruction.
I'd have followed you anywhere, I was such a fool!
I wanted to talk about growing old together.
You talked of living fast and hot and dying cool.
"Grow up," I said. "Grow up and I'll come back and find you."
That's how I left you; that's how you let me go.
I didn't say good-bye, didn't close the door.
I just walked out into the blinding sunshine,
Running down the road.
As if you drove up in your '54 Chev
And let me in as though no time had passed.
I thought "My god you've come to look just like your father
But you still smoke Camels and drive too fast."
You told me you were working for the family firm.
I said "I thought we were going to change the world."
Your eyes crinkled up in a smile. You said
"So you still think only swine wear pearls?"
We were flying down 357
Past Ed Rosen's purple mailbox steaming,
The road was smooth, it went on forever,
That's how I knew that I must be dreaming, 'cause
No, it won't be that easy to find you,
It's a broken trail that you've left behind you.
You quit this town, unknown address,
But you are somewhere, you are somewhere, yes.
As if you were there in Cody, Wyoming
When I stopped for gas at the edge of town.
You were standing by a black Ranchero
In a Levi's jacket and a hat pulled down.
It was your gesture, your shoulder's curve.
I crossed the street to see you better.
You were picking up a little girl
In cowboy boots and a pale pink sweater.
I just stood there and stared at your face.
Not a trace of any man that I ever knew.
It was a false alarm. There's one in every crowd,
But somewhere there's a road I know that's following you, but
No, it won't be that easy to find you.
It's a broken trail that you've left behind you.
You quit this town, unknown address,
But you are somewhere out there, you are
Somewhere, yes.
Smoky bar, looking tough and mean
In your shades and your beat-up bomber jacket.
It was a phase; you were James Dean.
You had a fascination for self-destruction.
I'd have followed you anywhere, I was such a fool!
I wanted to talk about growing old together.
You talked of living fast and hot and dying cool.
"Grow up," I said. "Grow up and I'll come back and find you."
That's how I left you; that's how you let me go.
I didn't say good-bye, didn't close the door.
I just walked out into the blinding sunshine,
Running down the road.
As if you drove up in your '54 Chev
And let me in as though no time had passed.
I thought "My god you've come to look just like your father
But you still smoke Camels and drive too fast."
You told me you were working for the family firm.
I said "I thought we were going to change the world."
Your eyes crinkled up in a smile. You said
"So you still think only swine wear pearls?"
We were flying down 357
Past Ed Rosen's purple mailbox steaming,
The road was smooth, it went on forever,
That's how I knew that I must be dreaming, 'cause
No, it won't be that easy to find you,
It's a broken trail that you've left behind you.
You quit this town, unknown address,
But you are somewhere, you are somewhere, yes.
As if you were there in Cody, Wyoming
When I stopped for gas at the edge of town.
You were standing by a black Ranchero
In a Levi's jacket and a hat pulled down.
It was your gesture, your shoulder's curve.
I crossed the street to see you better.
You were picking up a little girl
In cowboy boots and a pale pink sweater.
I just stood there and stared at your face.
Not a trace of any man that I ever knew.
It was a false alarm. There's one in every crowd,
But somewhere there's a road I know that's following you, but
No, it won't be that easy to find you.
It's a broken trail that you've left behind you.
You quit this town, unknown address,
But you are somewhere out there, you are
Somewhere, yes.