Jackson Browne Follow

A dirty wind blows through the sky

And the Autumn leaves cut loose and fly

Leave me watching

And wishing I could follow

Though among the regrets that I can't get by

There are just one or two

Unkind things I said to you

Daddy what was I supposed to do?

I don't know why it was so hard to talk to you

I guess my anger pulled me through

No sooner had I hit the streets

When I met the fools that a young fool meets

All in search of truth and bound for glory

And listening to our own heart beats

We stood around the drum

Though it's fainter now

The older I become

Living your life day after day

Soon all your plans and changes

Either fail or fade away

Leaving so much still left to say

But Daddy I want to let you know somehow

The things you said are so much clearer now

And I would turn the pages back

But time will not allow

The way these days just rip along

Too fast to last, too vast, too strong

Somewhere something went wrong

Or maybe we forgot the song

Make room for my forty-fives

Along beside your seventy-eights

Nothing survives

But the way we live our lives