A Talk With George

There's a tall thin man standing in the shadows

When he calls your name, his voice is strong and clear

It's a dark and smoky place, so you can't quite see his face

He pulls you close and whispers in your ear

And he tells you he was born into some money

But it didn't mean he had to sit around

And he knows a thing or two about the things that you should do

If you don't want to take life lying down

First of all, hang out a lot with Hemingway

Spend some time fighting bulls in Spain

You should go three rounds with Archie Moore and Sugar Ray

It's so damned scary you won't mind the pain

Be ringside at the rumble in the jungle

Make friends with Hunter S. and Jackie O.

And when they shoot poor Bobby down, you wrestle Sirhan to the ground

Love your friends and miss them when they go

You should write a book or two and start a magazine

Even if it never makes a dime

You should swing out by your feet above the circus ring

At the very least throw parties all the time

Time and tide will never care (never care)

Not so far from here to there (here to there)

We just go (we just go, we just go)

So, enjoy yourself, do the things that matter

'Cause there isn't time and space to do it all

Love the things you try, drink a cocktail wear a tie

Show a little grace if you should fall

Don't live another day unless you make it count

There's someone else that you're supposed to be

'Cause something deep inside of you that still wants out

And shame on you if you don't set it free