Jerry

Before my fame, I only thought of you, and the games we played, shadows pass in smoke, set against the bitter truth, I'm broke, you threw away, my successful tunes, in that different age, at this ruin alone, imagine in the gloom, the palace that is gone, I fell off the stage, I should have blossomed, made everyone happy, now I sing a simple Solo, lonely man soothed, on their way home, to begin again, songs will see me through, beating down the Freeway, I’ll be true.