Afterglow Years - Sound Team

If I ever get back up on, get back up on my feet

You’d better look out

But for now, I guess that I keep

Going over this same old empty ground

Some day I’ll come around

Some day I’ll come around

We went out and we met with the queen of California

And she said that we have a place here at the home of the hits for you

But she ain’t called back yet through all these afterglow years

And we go in and out of ears

Days get thrown into a pile

In and out of ears

Through all these afterglow years

I see all your frowning fathers

I see all your idiot sons

Ones wrapped up in bed sheets

Hoping that the morning will come

I’m gonna write a postcard and send it out to everyone I see

Tell 'em not to change a thing

Tell 'em not to change a thing

And you’ll be all right