Growing old means obsessing about things that happened 30 years ago that meant nothing to you at the time but now seem like the key to every decision you ever made.
I didn't know when I was in my teens and early 20s bouncing back and forth between New York and Washington, D.C. that those memories would be so strong years later. I can't remember what I did last week, but I can tell you what I did every day in 1986.
I can tell you about the Amtrak trains. Roaming around Georgetown. Getting bombed in the East Village when it still was the East Village. I remember life had some meaning then and promise. Now it's just a compromise.
You can't call this a midlife crisis because I'm not planning on living until I'm 94. Just call it some ramblings from the back row.
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Everybody wants to know where Jimmy has gone
He left town, I doubt if he's coming back home
Well Tony got a job, three kids and a lovely wife
Working at the commerce bank for the rest of his life
Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to do the crazy things we used to do before
Nobody left to run with anymore
I'm gonna hit the road, adios my friend
Go someplace and start all over again
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