Under the stars on Brighton Beach Seems like only yesterday I remember when you were only seventeen You were the finest girl that my eyes had ever seen I guess you found it hard to simply just ignore This scruffy beat up working class teenage troubadour

All that I have is what this promise means. You are the only thing that's left for me. And what might keep me falls to second place when I remember what you give for me. All that I have is all that you've given me. My heart was empty. Life was killing

We said this was “the last time”, over and over again (Blind eyes) The closer I get is the further I feel (Hands tied) And I’m losing my grip on remembering what’s real 'Cause our synthetic love is all that we know My head is a mess, And it’s going to

Gonna make this a night to remember Get ready tonight Get ready, oh, baby, tonight When you love someone, it's natural, not demanding And that's one thing I'm proud to say I've found in you I'm so glad we've reached an understanding Now I know my heart

We will remember this first night forever We'll recall the things that we said All the foolish dreams in our head After all the songs fade away And the stage fades to gray And we will remember this first night together On the night we met I'm searching

You got a fast car Had a feeling that I could be someone Is it fast enough so we can fly away? Leave tonight or live and die this way So remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before

And I will try to connect All the pieces you left I will carry it on And let you forget And I'll remember the years When your mind was clear How the laughter and life Filled up this silent house Everything that you made by hand

Seems like the other day My baby went away She went away 'cross the sea It's been two years or so Since I saw my baby go And then this letter came for me It said that we was through She found somebody new Oh, lemme think, lemme think, what shall I do?

Huh, My nigga Don Juan...damn I Been knowin you a long time nigga, heh We did a lot of shit together man On this music tip man Beautiful shit we did dog Remember when we went out to L.A. man, wit Quincy man Made all that shit pop

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone