Well it's been twenty-seven years
Eisenhower was the man
Well I was born in the springtime
Now I'm dying in the sand
I've spent these last few days in search
Looking out across the sea
Trying to find the crucial pieces
That are lost inside of me . . .
Well I remember way back when when Mama cooked the meals
Papa went to work each day with me out on his heels
A baseball cap, a tennis ball, a life of running bases
Forgetting every reason, but recalling all the faces
Well I remember way back when when Grandpa was alive
Every year we'd pack our things and take that lonesome drive
My parents in the front seat and the three of us in back
My sister's name was Linda and my brother's name was Jack . . .
Well I remember way back when when I was still in school
Tried so hard to make the grades and be nobody's fool
I even went to college, till I had a change of heart
Hopped a plane for Hollywood to get a second start
Well I can't quite remember just what happened after this
Something 'bout a future and the chances that I missed
I took a cab to Malibu and now I'm on the beach
And what I need to end it all is right . . . within my reach . . .
Well now I'm fading far away
It's been such a lonely climb
And there's more that I could tell you
Of my life and of my times . . .