Souvenir
(J. Worth/B. Nicholson)

​There’s a girl from my block
I pass her on my way
And though we say hello, we both know
We’ve got nothing left to say
 
‘Cause she’s a souvenir of another time
The modern world’s out of reason & rhyme
And though she does her business every day
It’s really much too late
 
She’s a souvenir of another time…
 
A man who sells me magazines
Like to spill his childhood dreams
And how he sold them out for a house and wife
And that’s the story of his life
 
Rocky plays in a rock & roll band
And once he grazed success’ fickle hand
But since he grasped that golden ring
He ain’t never done another thing
 
And he’s a souvenir…
 

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