.

.
met I you at seven
I didn''t expect your friends
I''m feeling much older
Somewhat a generation gap

You won''t understand
I''m lost in a land
I''m not twenty-seven
.

Watch the computer
Sit by the telephone
Waiting for hours
Video games
Books on the bed
Cards I never sent
It''s not like a dream
I thought it should be
.
Young and maudlin
You were alright till the end of the night
Counting all your feathers in cap
And a bible black eye
.
I left my twenties
In bar rooms and bathroom halls
Past twenty-two to forty and four
Eighth Avenue
We walked twenty blocks
Sat on the roof
Played spades and hearts
.

Young and maudlin
You were alright till the end of the night
Counting all your feathers in cap

And a bible black eye
.

I left my twenties
In bar rooms and bathroom halls
Past twenty-two to forty and four
Eighth Avenue
We walked twenty blocks

Sat on the roof
Played spades and hearts
.

Young and maudlin
You were alright till the end of the night
Counting all your feathers in cap
And a bible black eye
.