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| Safe at harbor, everything is easy / Off to starboard, daylight comes up fast / Now I'm restless for the open water / Red flags are flying from the Coast Guard mast | |
| In the middle of the night / I go walking in my sleep / From the mountains of faith / To the river so deep | |
| Anthony works in the grocery store / Savin' his pennies for some day / Mama Leone left a note on the door / She said 'Sonny move out to the country' | |
| Some things were perfectly clear, seen with the vision of youth / No doubts and nothing to fear, I claimed the corner on truth / These days it's harder to say I know what I'm fight | |
| Bobby's drivin' through the city tonight / Through the lights in a hot new rent-a-car / He joins the lovers in his heavy machine / It's a scene down on Sunset Boulevard | |
| Some days when I'm far away / In a lonely room in a cold seclusion / Some nights when I'm wound so tight / There is no release, there is no solution | |
| Friday night I crashed your party / Saturday I said I'm sorry / Sunday came and trashed me out again / I was only having fun / Wasn't hurting anyone | |
| They held a concert out in Brooklyn / To watch the island bridges blow / They turned our power down / And drove us underground / But we went right on with the show | |
| What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing / Can't you tell that your tie's too wide / Maybe I should buy some old tab collars / Welcome back to the age of jive | |
| A bottle of white, a bottle of red / Perhaps a bottle of rosé instead / We'll get a table near the street / In our old familiar place / You and I, face to face | |
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| Some folks like to get away, take a holiday from the neighborhood / Hop a flight to Miami Beach or Hollywood | |
| Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray / South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio / Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television | |
| I've got bills to pay and children who need clothes / I know there's fish out there but where God only knows / They say these waters aren't what they used to be | |
| Got a call from an old friend / We used to be real close / Said he couldn't go on the American way / Closed the shop, sold the house / Bought a ticket to the West Coast | |
| I was born in '49 / A cold war kid in McCarthy time / Stop 'em at the 38th Parallel / Blast those yellow reds to hell | |
| I promised I would never leave you / And you should always know / Wherever you may go / No matter where you are / I never will be far away | |
| It's nine o'clock on a Saturday / The regular crowd shuffles in / There's an old man sitting next to me / Makin' love to his tonic and gin | |
| All the waiters in your grand café / Leave their tables when you blink / Every dog must have his every day / Every drunk must have his drink | |
| Advice is cheap you can take it from me / It's yours to keep 'cause opinions are free / Nobody knows about the trouble I've seen / Nobody's perfect, mister, nobody's clean | |
| You have to learn to pace yourself / You're just like everybody else / You've only had to run so far / So good | |
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Opening Lyrics
Billy Joel Albums
Opening Rap Lyrics
