If I come down from my high horse,
and you come down from your hill
I'll ride up from the valley,
from our place by the mill
The neighborhood's gone quiet
since the good jobs have gone
stacked a thousand to one
Oh, everything's changing
Our old street is crumbling,
young ones are moving away
So that's why I called you,
But if you were inclined to,
you could swing it yourself
Gracie, if not for my sake
Back then when she chose me,
Our memories are pictures with
And the wars that we're fighting are the
I can't change all that happened
We should know this isn't like me,
And if it weren't for my health,
I'd say it's part of the game
Oh, we did have an estate,
but that came off with my cap
If I don't hear from you,
know that I'll understand
Gracie, she knows you're a good man
The neighborhood's gone quiet since
China, now it's fingers to mouth