A sugar pop dropped down the delivery slot Cause he loaded it up When I was there to buy some strings I'm finding times like these Would mean everything to me Tommy looked up at his novelty clock He stopped and locked up the shop to play a piece He turned and talked to me Till I would have to leave He said "young boy, you gotta let it fly There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye Don't you beg for bread when there's so much more You can dream the whole damn store There'll be many a night when you can't find food From the long road home to the hotel room But don't forget that I always believed in you" Good on you boy Good on me Good on you A cigarette shock to the marigold pot As they wished me good luck I shut the door and crossed the street Every couple weeks I would check in just to see Till Bishop in a shock Picked the telephone up Heard my cigarette cough And said "oh man it's good to hear from you" And not believe That Tommy had to leave Hey there boy go ahead and fly Say hello to your mom in the midnight sky I won't forget that you always believed in me Though there's many a night where I can't find food Take a look at me now man I'm playing my tunes I won't forget you Cause you were good to me Good on you, boy Hell, good on me But good on you