A Talk with George

There's a tall thin man standing in the shadows When he calls your name, his voice is strong and clear It's a dark and smoky place So you can't quite see his face He pulls you close and whispers in your ear And he tells you he was born into some money But it didn't mean he had to sit around And he knows a thing or two About the things that you should do If you don't want to take life lying down First of all hang out a lot with Hemingway Spend some time fighting bulls in Spain You should go three rounds with Archie Moore and Sugar Ray So damn scary you won't mind the pain Be ringside at the Rumble in the Jungle Make friends with Hunter S. and Jackie O And when they shoot poor Bobby down You wrestle Sirhan to the ground Love your friends and miss them when they go You should write a book or two and start a magazine Even if it never makes a dime You should swing out by your feet Above the circus ring At the very least throw parties all the time Time and tide will never care Not so far from here to there We just go (We just go) So enjoy yourself, do the things that matter Cause there isn't time and space to do it all Love the things you try Drink a cocktail, wear a tie Show a little grace if you should fall Don't live another day unless you make it count There's someone else that you're supposed to be Something deep inside of you That still wants out And shame on you if you don't set it free