Remember When We'd Sit AroundAn Ol' FireAnd You'd Get Your Guitar Out To SingWe'd Sing Ccr, "Jersey Giant,""Don't Look Back In Anger"Or Anything By Bruce SpringsteenBack When Ol' AnnaWould Throw Her Ol' Hands UpWith Her Face Framed By The FireAnd It Got So Late,We'd Take Hits From A JointMistake Shootin' StarsFor Telephone WiresAnd Now I've Grown PartialTo Havin' A Heart FullOf Memories I Cannot BearThe Girls In Summer ClothesAnd Lord Knows The Soft ScentOf Her Long, Dark, River Washed HairAnd I Think I Might PackA Bag In The NightFind Me Some Small Town Out WestStart Over, Find ClosureAnd Just Say "I'm Sorry"To That Sweet GirlWho Tore Off That DressThe Way The Moon's Crestin'Over Green PinesRestin' Next To That Coastline I RodeIt Made Me Think Of YouIn The Dirt Out In Santa FeAnd All Of The Good Times I StoleRemember When ShawnWas Drunk Quotin' KerouacRemember When Steve Quit The BandI Don't Know Nothin',But If I Knew Somethin'I'd Know That I've Helped All I CanI Think It's About Time That I Sever ItYou've Never Looked MoreNeedy Or DesperateAnd I've Never Been More Worried AboutThe State Of The World, Angry GirlThe Time Just Stays Passin',I Think Of My DadWhen The Army And Navy Game's OnAnd Every Night, I WonderIf He's Proud Of The ManWho Threw Fists That Late NightIn His LawnI Don't Like Bein' Famous,They Tame You, Then Paint YouAs Someone That You've Never BeenAnd I'm Pissed That My MamaCan't See Me Singin'For This Crowd Out In Deep MichiganAnd I'll Leave You With Somethin',Don't Leave With Nothin'Be Safe On Your Long Drive HomeThere Ain't Nothin' In ThisPoor Man's ApartmentApart From Bein' AloneI Wish You Were Around This Time Of YearEvery Time They Drop That BallDrinkin' Parkin' Lot BeersWhile The Fire DisappearsOver Times Square And Webster Hall
