Perfumed and smoky,
She swears that she knows me,
She's falling down drunk again,
I say she's mistaken.
She's visibly shaken,
Emotions all drowned in gin,
She said I used to be beautiful,
But now it's all gone,
I let my dreams slip away from me,
That's where it went wrong.

Go be young,
Go be free,
Follow your heart where it leads you.
Don't end up like me.

The indian in the guardhouse used to spin me yarns.
Stories of canyons and Boston in winter.
And losing his family's farms,
He said I've outlived my three sons,
They died in three wars,
I laughed and I cried while they lived and they died,

And I know that they deserve more.

Go be young,
Go be free,
Follow your heart where it leads you.
Don't end up like me.

Perfumed and smoky,
She swears that she knows me,
I'm falling down drunk again.
I say she's mistaken.
She's visibly shaken,
Emotions all drowned in gin,
I say I used to be powerful,
But now it's all gone,
I let my dreams take control of me.
That's where it went wrong.

Go be young,
Go be free,
Follow your heart where it leads you.
Don't end up like me.