No Joy In Mudville

Last night I dreamt that I was you

I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude

Such a pose I could simply not hold

Through days in a northern town that I had once called a home

And your studies of fringe New York streets

I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak

To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on

Buying drinks for the poets upstate

This southern corruption towed you down the interstate

And they all said that you were the king

Of a gloomy disruption that surfaced when you would sing

And this town simply cannot compete

So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading east

To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on

If I could've had my way, this year would bridge '66 again?

Trust fund hipsters were casing the room

Chock full of amphetamines the overturned kick drum boom

Set the pace with incomparable cool

And if the temp was lousy it was lost on all but you

And your studies of fringe New York streets

I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak

To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on, on, on, it's on

If I could've had my way, this year would bridge '66 again?

If I could've had my way, this year would bridge '66 again?