My Old Haunts - Steve Wynn, The Dream Syndicate

These streets are paved with stories

Of faded hopes and glories

No sleepless nights, no worries

Hey baby what’s your hurry

I’d like to get to know you

I’ve got some things to show you

Let’s take a walk to my old haunts

These dreams are best forgotten

Passed on from ripe to rotten

Bewildered and besotten

Soaked up in balls of cotton

Oh do not ask what is it

Lets go and make our visit

Let’s take a walk to my old haunts

What do you do when your credit’s shot

Skip town until it’s not

What do you do when you’ve passed your best

Put a sherry on top and bury it to rest

These eyes are never focused

On all the dream that choke us

No tricks no hocus pocus

Cleared out by wasps and locusts

We’re on the road to ruin

There’s nothing better doing

Let’s take a walk to my old haunts

Walk

What do you do when your credit’s shot

Skip town until it’s not

What do you do when you’ve passed your best

Put a sherry on top and bury it to rest

These dreams are best forgotten

Passed on from ripe to rotten

Bewildered and besotten

Soaked up in balls of cotton

Oh do not ask what is it

Lets go and make our visit

Let’s take a walk to my old haunts (3X)