Miami 2017 (Seen The Lights Go Out On Broadway) From Turnstiles; Recorded Live June1980, Madison Square Gardens, New York, NY. I've seen the lights go out on Broadway- I saw the Empire State laid low. And life went on beyond the Palisades, They all bought bright Cadillacs- And left there long ago. We held a concert out in Brooklyn- To watch the Island bridges blow. They turned our power down, And drove us underground- But we went right on with the show... I've seen the lights go out on Broadway- I saw the ruins at my feet, You know we almost didn't notice it- We'd see it all the time on Forty-Second Street. They burned the churches up in Harlem- Like in that Spanish Civil War- The flames were everywhere, But no one really cared- It always burned up there before.... I saw the lights go out on Broadway- I watched the mighty skyline fall. The boats were waiting at the Battery, The union went on strike- They never sailed at all. They sent a carrier out from Norfolk- And picked the Yankees up for free. They said that Queens could stay, They blew the Bronx away- And sank Manhattan out to sea.... You know those lights were bright on Broadway- But that was so many years ago... Before we all lived here in Florida- Before the Mafia took over Mexico. There are not many who remember- They say a handful still survive... To tell the world about... The way the lights went out, And keep the memory alive.... Summer, Highland Falls From Turnstiles; Recorded Live July 1980, Bijou, Washington, D.C. They say that these are not the best of times, But they're the only times I've ever known, And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own. Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes, And I can only stand apart and sympathize. For we are always what our situations hand us... It's either sadness or euphoria. And so we argue and we compromise, and realize that nothing's ever changed, For all our mutual experience, our separate conclusions are the same. Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity, Our reason co-exists with our insanity. And though we choose between reality and madness... It's either sadness or euphoria. How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies. And so we'll stand upon the ledges of our lives, With our respective similarities... It's either sadness or euphoria. Streetlife Serenader From Streetlife Serenade; Recorded Live July 1980, St. Paul Civic Center, St. Paul, MN. Streetlife Serenader Never sang on stages Needs no orchestration Melody comes easy Midnight Masquerader Shoppin' center heroes Child of Eisenhower New world celebrator Streetlife Serenaders Have such understanding How the words are spoken How to make the motions Streetlife Serenaders Have no obligations Hold no grand illusions Need no stimulation Midnight Masqueraders Workin' hard for wages Need no vast arrangements To do their harmonizing Los Angelenos From Streetlife Serenade; Recorded Live July 1980, Toad's Place, New Haven, CT. Los Angelenos All come from somewhere To live in sunshine Their funky exile Midwestern ladies High-heeled and faded Drivin' sleek new sports cars With their New York cowboys Hiding up in the mountains Laying low in the canyons Goin' nowhere on the streets With their Spanish names Makin' love with the natives In their Hollywood places Making up for all the time gone by Los Angelenos All come from somewhere Cuz it's all so easy To become acquainted Electric babies Blue-jeaned and jaded Such hot sweet schoolgirls So educated Tanning out in the beaches With their Mexican reefers No one ever has to feel Like a refugee Going into garages For exotic massages Making up for all the time gone by Hiding up in the mountains Laying low in the canyons Goin' nowhere on the streets With the Spanish names Makin' love with the natives In their Hollywood places Making up for all the time gone by Los Angelenos All come from somewhere It's so familiar Their foreign faces She's Got A Way From Cold Spring Harbor; Recorded Live June 1980, Paradise Club, Boston, MA. She's got a way about her I don't know what it is But I know that I can't live without her She's got a way of pleasin' I don't know what it is But there doesn't have to be a reason Anyway She's got a smile that heals me I don't know why it is But I have to laugh when she reveals me She's got a way of talkin' I don't know what it is But it lifts me up when we are walkin' Anywhere She comes to me when I'm feelin' down Inspires me without a sound She touches me and I get turned around She's got a way of showin' How I make her feel And I find the strength to keep on goin' She's got a light around her And everywhere she goes A million dreams of love surround her Everywhere She comes to me when I'm feelin' down Inspires me without a sound She touches me and I get turned around She's got a smile that heals me I don't know why it is But I have to laugh when she reveals me She's got a way about her I don't know what it is But I know that I can't live without her Anyway Everybody Loves You Now From Cold Spring Harbor; Recorded Live July 1980, Bijou Washington, D.C. Baby all the lights are turned on you Now you're in the center of the stage Everything revolves on what you do Ah, you are in your prime; you've come of age And you can always have your way somehow But everybody loves you now You can walk away from your mistakes You can turn your back on what you do Just a little smile is all it takes Yeah, you can have your cake and eat it too Loneliness will get to you somehow But everybody loves you now Ah, they all want your white body And they await your reply Ah, but between you and me and the Staten Island ferry So do I All the people want to know your name Soon there will be lines outside your door Feelings do not matter in your game Yeah, 'cause nothing's gonna touch you anymore So your life is only living anyhow And everybody loves you now Close your eyes when you don't want to see Stay at home when you don't want to go Only speak to those who will agree Yeah, and close your mind when you don't want to know You have lost you innocence somehow But everybody loves you now Ah, you know that nothing lasts forever And it's all been done before Ah, but you ain't got the time to go to Cold Spring Harbor No more See how all the people gather 'round Hey, isn't it a thrill to see them crawl? Keep your eyes ahead and don't look down Yeah, and lock yourself inside your sacred wall This is what you wanted; ain't you proud? 'Cause everybody loves you now Say Goodbye To Hollywood From Turnstiles; Recorded Live June 1980, Milwaukee Arena, Milwaukee, WI. Bobby's driving through the city tonight- Through the lights- In a hot new rent-a-car. He joins the lover in his heavy machine- It's a scene down on Sunset Boulevard. CHORUS Say goodbye to Hollywood Say goodbye my baby. Say goodbye to Hollywood, Say goodbye my baby. Johnny's taking care of things for awhile- And his style is so right for troubadors. They got him sitting with his back to the door Now he won't be my fast gun anymore. CHORUS Moving on is a chance that you take every time you try to stay together. Say a word out of line and you find that the friends you had are gone- Forever...forever. So many faces in and out of my life, Some will last, some will just be now and then. Life is a series of hellos and good-byes- I'm afraid it's time for goodbye again. CHORUS Repeat 3rd verse Captain Jack From Piano Man; Recorded Live July 1980, Spectrum, Philadelphia, PA. Saturday night and you're still hangin' around Tired of livin' in your one-horse town Like to find a little hole in the ground For a while So you go to the village in your tie-dye jeans And you stare at the junkies and the closet queens It's just like some pornographic magazine And you smile Captain Jack will get you high tonight And take you to your special island Captain Jack will get you by tonight Just a little push and you'll be smilin' Your sister's gone out. She's on a date You just sit at home and masturbate The phone is gonna ring soon but you just can't wait For that call So you stand on the corner in you New English clothes And you look so polished from your hair down to your toes But still your finger's gonna pick your nose After all You're My Home From Piano Man; Recorded Live July 1980, Bijou, Washington, D.C. When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place that I could call my very own That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home When you touch my weary head And you tell me everything will be all right You say, "Use my body for your bed And my love will keep you warm throughout the night" Well I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be alone Whenever we're together, that's my home Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike Indiana's early morning dew High up in the hills of California Home is just another word for you Well I never had a place that I could call my very own That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home If I travel all my life And I never get to stop and settle down Long as I have you by my side There's a roof above and good walls all around You're my castle, you're my cabin and my instant pleasure dome I need you in my house 'cause you're my home. You're my home. The Ballad Of Billy The Kid From Piano Man; Recorded Live June 1980, Madison Square Garden, New York, NY. From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and west of the Rio Grande Well, he started with a bank in Colorado In the pocket of his vest, a Colt he hid And his age and his size Took the teller by surprise And the word spread of Billy the Kid Well, he never traveled heavy Yes, he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart And he never had a home But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name Well, he robbed his way from Utah to Oklahoma And the law just could not seem to track him down And it served his legend well For the folks, they'd love to tell 'Bout when Billy the Kid came to town Well, one cold day a posse captured Billy And the judge said, "String 'im up for what he did!" And the cowboys and their kin Like the sea came pourin' in To watch the hangin' of Billy the Kid Well, he never traveled heavy Yes, he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart But he finally found a home Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name From a town known as Oyster Bay, Long Island Rode a boy with a six-pack in his hand And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time East and west of the Rio Grande I've Loved These Days From Turnstiles; Recorded Live July 1980, Horizon, Chicago, IL. Now we take our time... so nonchalant, And spend our nights so bon vivant. We dress our days in silken robes, The money comes, the money goes... We know it's all a passing phase. We light our lamps for atmosphere, And hang our hopes on chandeliers. We're going wrong, we're gaining weight, We're sleeping long and far too late. And so it's time to change our ways... But I've loved these days. Now as we indulge in things refined, We hide our hearts from harder times. A string of pearls, a foreign car... Oh, we can only go so far... on caviar and Cabernet. We drown our doubts in dry champagne, And soothe our souls with fine cocaine. I don't know why I even care... We get so high and get nowhere. We'll have to change our jaded ways... But I've loved these days. So before we end (and then begin)- We'll drink a toast to how it's been... A few more hours to be complete, A few more nights on satin sheets, A few more times that I can say... I've loved these days.