John Prine — Flashback Blues

While window shopping through the past I ran across a looking glass Reflecting moments remaining in a burned-out light Tragic magic prayers of passion Stay the same through changing fashion They freeze my mind like water on a winter's night Spent most of my youth out hobo cruising And all I got for proof is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So goodbye, nonbeliever Don't you know that I hate to leave here So long babe, I got the flashback blues Photographs show the laughs Recorded in between the bad times Happy sailors dancing on a sinking ship Cloudy skies and dead fruit flies Waving goodbye with tears in my eyes Well, sure I made it, but you know it was as hell of a trip Spent most of my youth out hobo cruising And all I got for proof is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes And ten times what it grieves you That's how much more I hate to leave you now So long babe, I got the flashback blues Spent most of my youth out hobo cruising And all I got for proof is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes So goodbye, nonbeliever Don't you know that I hate to leave here So long babe, I got the flashback blues