new mexico s lost on the back streets of austin carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself tennessee s tight and he will not stop talking somebody shush him fore i have to myself wrote that verse for the kids but i never did sing it i filed it away and forgot it in time my old guitar sits in the back bedroom closet next to the shotgun i got when i was nine and if i had any sense i d be way cross the whitestone i might as well as sit here a while fore i start cause when the 5 30 rush hits the cross island parkway it s not for the squeamish or the gentle of heart i d be stuck on the bridge in the right lane at sunset watchin the boats with their snowy white sails watchin the sun sinkin over the projects laundry hung out off the balcony rails and where are you now my long secret love where have you gone in your glamorous life where are you now as the moon comes a risin are you somebody s love are you somebody s wife these are the best days these are the best days y all put your money away i got the round here s to all you strangers the mets and the rangers long may we thrive on the long island sound i don t know what goes on in those crumblin brick buildings they re on the same planet in a whole nother world i ve got a bay boat and a 401 k two cars in the driveway two boys and a girl  it doesn t seem like that long since we came up from tulsa been here six years and i reckon we ll stay the comp ny s not bad as companies go they ve still got the health plan and they re raisin my pay and the kids all play soccer like nobody s business my grandmother says we re just lettin em fall through they don t go to church and we re not gonna make em they all drop their r s like the islanders do these are the best days these are the best days boys put your money away i got the round here s to all you strangers the mets and the rangers long may we thrive on the long island sound i remember her singin from that dusty old hymnal smelled like tobacco from grandaddy s pipe that old rugged cross til she shook down the shingles you never heard such a noise in your life i had a tire run low so i dug through the glove box i needed the manual to locate the jack found a couple old picks and a twenty gauge shot shell left from a dove hunt a couple years back these are the best days these are the best days y all put your money away i got the round here s to all you strangers the mets and the rangers long may we thrive on the long island sound long may we thrive on the long island sound new mexico s lost on the back streets of austin carolina keeps all her thoughts to herself