There was once the true life
I think of those days occasionally
Early in the morning, you’re just make-believe living
How could you let that true life slip away?
Late at night there’s no rest for the weary, or for the no good American Son
I wandered all around, for all the truth I found
In this life I’ll be walking a much straighter line
These good intentions come on so strong
It’s no surprise they come off unkind
No, thank you very much, it’s been a lovely evening
But I believe I’m better of far away from here
Did I see you walking downtown New York with that no good American Son?
I wandered all around, for all the truth I found
In this life I’ll be walking a much straighter line
Didn’t Paris feel just like Amsterdam to the no good American Son?
I wandered all around, for all the truth I found
There was once this shining light
Could show you the way very easily
From the amber waves, to maybe standing on the corner
Exactly which way did you want to go?
Late at night there’s no rest for the weary, or for the no good American Son
I wandered all around, for all the truth I found
In this life I’ll be walking a much straighter line
