Sliding through our Sunday
Like a rowboat on a river
An end-of-summer breeze
Guinness and the papers
At a table on the sidewalk
Dappled sunlight through the trees

Rough and not-yet-ready crew
Who called ourselves a band
We were mainly paid in beer
For our one-night late-night stands
Scratch drank real fast
Used the bottle as a slide
When he took that job with Prince
He had to say goodbye

Paris streets in late September
And times I still remember
Playing through the night
Trading riffs and sharing stories
Writing songs and dreams of glory
Till dawn's early light

Rough and not-yet-ready crew
Who called ourselves a band
We were mainly paid in beer
For our one-night late-night stands
Scratch drank real fast
Used the bottle as a slide
When he took that job with Prince
He had to say goodbye

Didn't you try to tell me that nothing lasts forever
Didn't you try to tell me to take time
Didn't you try to tell me being happy ain't a birthright
It's all gone now
And I don't know why

Then life dealt cards to all the band
And we had no choice, had to play the hand
Too many folded, quit the game
Wound up scattered just like seeds
That would never get to grow
And things could never be the same