Going back, through pages I've read But couldn't see back them Call it a new look I guess I am one to write it off Before it's done Oh my 79, were you beating when I came? Oh my 79, would you leave me just the same? Tearing through a mess of old notes I kept But couldn't own back then Call it a shame Call it time at the pine Giving in smoking down Oh my 79, were you beating when I came? Oh my 79, would you leave me just the same?