This is the day 

Of the expanding man 

That shape is my shade 

There where I used to stand 

It seems like only yesterday 

I gazed through the glass 

At ramblers 

Wild gamblers 

That's all in the past 



You call me a fool 

You say it's a crazy scheme

This one's for real 

I already bought the dream 

So useless to ask me why 

Throw a kiss and say goodbye 

I'll make it this time 

I'm ready to cross that fine line 



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I'll learn to work the saxophone 

I'll play just what I feel 

Drink Scotch whisky all night long 

And die behind the wheel 

They got a name for the winners in the world 

I want a name when I lose 

They call Alabama the Crimson Tide 

Call me Deacon Blues 



My back to the wall 

A victim of laughing chance 

This is for me 

The essence of true romance 

Sharing the things we know and love 

With those of my kind 

Libations 

Sensations

That stagger the mind 



I crawl like a viper 

Through these suburban streets 

Make love to these women 

Languid and bittersweet 

I'll rise when the sun goes down 

Cover every game in town 

A world of my own 

I'll make it my home sweet home 



CHORUS



This is the night

Of the expanding the man 

I take one last drag 

As I approach the stand 

I cried when I wrote this song 

Sue me if I play too long 

This brother is free 

I'll be what I want to be 



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