while window shopping through the past i ran across a looking glass reflecting moments remaining in a burned out light tragic magic prayers of passion stay the same through changing fashion they freeze my mind like water on a winter s night spent most of my youth out hobo cruising and all i got for proof is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes so goodbye nonbeliever don t you know that i hate to leave here so long babe i got the flashback blues photographs show the laughs recorded in between the bad times happy sailors dancing on a sinking ship cloudy skies and dead fruit flies waving goodbye with tears in my eyes well sure i made it but you know it was a hell of a trip spent most of my youth out hobo cruising and all i got for proof is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes and ten times what it grieves you that s how much more i hate to leave you now so long babe i got the flashback blues spent most of my youth out hobo cruising and all i got for proof is rocks in my pockets and dirt in my shoes so goodbye nonbeliever don t you know that i hate to leave here so long babe i got the flashback blues