Down by the old canal,
On that night time city street,
Just listening to the music,
Wondering who I’ll chance to meet,
Quite a while into the sunset,
But still alive and kicking,
Never thought that I would still be here,
And the plot begins to thicken,
Lots of those poor choices,
Hard years fading in my wake,
Lots of time lost getting better,
No clue what it would take,
Took a wrong turn years ago,
When I was maybe twenty two,
Took thirty years of trying,
Just learning what to do.