| Lyrics: | Frank with (chorus)
I reached the age of forty somewhat sooner than expected,
Living at
a fairly hectic pace.
When I count the years that I have happily collected,
The future shows
its apprehensive face.
(But now, Francis, what the hell do you do now, Francis?)
Quite a
different song must be sung
When the singer is no longer young.
Before the music ends,
before it fades away,
There are several very necessary things I must do.
Friends, I must be
again certain places where I must be again.
Before the music ends, I must go to Hoboken one more
time.
(pause)
I wanna run down that street where that thin Italian kid ran.
Then slow
down at the school,
Where those nice old ladies tried to teach me,
Unaware that I knew much
more than they did.
And stop at the poolroom for a beer,
And sadly say to myself, I don't
know anybody here.
(Francis, don't go home again.)
One thing I'd like to do, before the
music ends,
Is to thank some wonderful life-long friends,
I've never met but have known so
well.
(background: Liszt's Liebensraum)
From one Frank to another, thank you for your
dream,
Your dream is now my own.
And thank you Ludwig Van (background: a snatch of the Fifth
Symphony)
For the flight of fancy you sent me on.
Thank Mrs. Verdi, for Joe and a special
thanks to Jackelo (Jackelo, Jackelo).
(background: Verdi's opera)
All of you took turns in
delivering sunrise a little sooner to my window.
(musical interlude)
Before the music ends,
with company by Dino and Clark,
I'd like to make one more charge at Baker's.
You won't find
me at that idiot wheel that spins, and spins and spins.
I won't play the slot machine, the
management always wins.
Not for me |
