Drowse by Roger Taylor   It's the sad eyed goodbye Yesterday's moments I remember It's the bleak street, week kneed partings I recall It's the mistier mists the hazier days The brighter sun and the easier lays There's all the more reason for laughing and crying When you're younger and life isn't to hard at all   It's the fantastic drowse Of the afternoon Sundays That bored you to rages of tears The unending pleadings To waste all your good times In thoughts of your middle-aged years It's the vertical hold all the things that you're told For the everyday hero it all turns to zero And there's all the more reason For living or dying when you're young And your troubles are all very small   Out here on the street we'd gather and meet And scuff up the sidewalk With endlessly restless feet Half on the time we'd broaden our minds More in the pool hall Than we did in the school hall With the down town chewing gum bums Watching the night life the lights and the fun   Never wanted to be the boy next door Always thought I'd be something more But it ain't easy for a small town boy It ain't easy at all Thinking it right and doing it wrong It's easier from an arm chair Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess   I think I'll be Clint Eastwood Jimi Hendrix he was good Let's try William the Conqueror Now who else do I like?