Jackson Browne
American musician and singer-songwriter.
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These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to.
Well, I'm a standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
And such a fine sight to see,
It's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford
Slowin' down to have a look at me.
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through.
Looking into their eyes I see them running too.
Well I'm running down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load,
I've got seven women on my mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she's a friend of mine.
These days I sit on cornerstones
And count the time in quarter-tones to ten, my friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them.
Out into the cool of the evening strolls the pretender. He knows that all his hopes and dreams begin and end there.
Make it on your own if you think you can.
If you see somewhere to go, I understand.
Are you there? Say a prayer for the pretender
who started out so young and strong only to surrender
Take it easy, take it easy
Don't let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy.
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
Well it's just that I've been losing so long.
I'm gonna be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender. Where the ads take aim and lay their claim to the heart and the soul of the spender. And believe in whatever may lie in those things that money can buy, though true love could have been a contender
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