Tom Waits — Back in the Good Old World Gypsy

When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl The sun a yellow gold But when I was a man, the wind blew cold The hills were upside down But now that I have gone from here There's no place I'd rather be Than to float my chances on the tide Back in the good old world On October's last I'll fly back home Rolling down winding way Scarecrows are all dressed in rags Out at the edge of the field I lay And all I've got's a pocketful Of flowers on my grave Oh, but summer is gone, I remember it best Back in the good old world All I've got's a pocketful Of flowers on my grave Oh, but summer is gone and I remember it best Back in the good world