With a corner to catch the subway
And a corner to wait for the “Times”to come out
It was something just left to the Mardi Gras
When my friends and their friends were there
But it's getting much too quiet
I'm sure that it must mean something
But it's really too soon to tell
When somebody's getting famous
And you can send my regrets to the party
I'd like to make it, but just don't dare
And a list that goes on too long
You're the reason I wrote this song
But none of the boys leave town
They say “We're on the good ship Titanic
We're gonna sing 'til the boat goes down.”
And if it ended before it started
Well, no one told us that life is fair
You people who note the trends
The wild ones are turning lovers
The lovers are turning friends
And if some good rises out of everything
Then the phoenix is rising there
In the eyes that are scared, but softer
And a list that goes on too long
You're the reason I wrote this song
When you carry a load like we do
What's another few pounds to share?