(carly simon/jacob brackman)
An occasional joint, a glass or two of beer
Still i would never have guessed that you
In a half-way house, on a dead-end street
In a run-down part of a one-horse town
But just do what they say, don
And i won't let you down, and without a doubt
I
Waiting at the gate when they let you out
You set the world on fire, dancing after dark
Now you
I
No one gets a free ride, none of us is spared
I
Three o
You
And i
Waiting at the gate when they let you out
The doctors have so little faith
They say you were a classic case
They said the chance is eight in ten
They
But i
I
Your papers all stamped, your eyes so bright and blue
Looking like a baby picture of you
Walking down the path, your suitcase in your hand
The howling at your back, a brand new man
Be a perfect little camper, be a brave little scout
And i
Waiting at the gate when they let you out...
