St Johns Smith Square

I was hammered in vegas
lost in la
you saved me from sarah
oh, thanks, by the way
if it wasn’t for london
st. johns smith square
i’d be wandering through
without you
tom was a brother
he was a friend
till he fell into money
went off the deep end
and i watched him sinking
thinking that could be me
without you i’d be wandering through
i’d be wandering through without you
bridge:
there’ll come a time
when we’re way past prime
and i’ll look at you
and back on our days
on the porch, so amazed
that we made it through
all these years
there was tanya and gretchen
and sweet barbara ann
misty-eyed marinda
and long, blonde-haired pam
the more i remember
the more i understand
without you i’d be wandering through
i’d be wandering through without you