This is the day 
Of the expanding man 
That shape is my shade 
There where I used to stand 
It seems like only yesterday 
I gazed through the glass 
At ramblers 
Wild gamblers 
That's all in the past 

You call me a fool 
You say it's a crazy scheme
This one's for real 
I already bought the dream 
So useless to ask me why 
Throw a kiss and say goodbye 
I'll make it this time 
I'm ready to cross that fine line 

CHORUS:
I'll learn to work the saxophone 
I'll play just what I feel 
Drink Scotch whisky all night long 
And die behind the wheel 
They got a name for the winners in the world 
I want a name when I lose 
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide 
Call me Deacon Blues 

My back to the wall 
A victim of laughing chance 
This is for me 
The essence of true romance 
Sharing the things we know and love 
With those of my kind 
Libations 
Sensations
That stagger the mind 

I crawl like a viper 
Through these suburban streets 
Make love to these women 
Languid and bittersweet 
I'll rise when the sun goes down 
Cover every game in town 
A world of my own 
I'll make it my home sweet home 

CHORUS

This is the night
Of the expanding the man 
I take one last drag 
As I approach the stand 
I cried when I wrote this song 
Sue me if I play too long 
This brother is free 
I'll be what I want to be 

CHORUS