This is the city where I live These are the friends that I have made Before I hang these aching heels behind I'd love to make amends And think of all the time we've spent Dying on this piano bench I know when I come home again You won't be waiting in the wings They used to keep a bucket on the side of the stage Where is the bottle Linda left me? Should I be here at my age in your swimming pool, Brian Jones? All of these changes I'm feeling are tying ropes to the ceiling Another dream another night How can you sleep with all these girlfriends around here? They're not like yours at all they understand the sickness too I'm in the scene I smell chlorine I'm clean for you They used to keep a dolly at the side of the stage Where are the pills that Linda left me? Should I be here at my age in your swimming pool Brian Jones?