People getting bigger, their stories getting thicker,
putting it together, learning how to hold their liquor.
Days are getting brighter, winter was but filler,
all you lovers and you sinners,
you builders and you singers.
People getting harder, voices getting stronger,
life up separating up-and-comers from the goners,
periods from commas,
late night sing-alongs,
and the pushers and the
Ain’t a damn thing gone,
come on and come along-
I have this story, here.
Come on and come along.
Start at the beginning.