There was a time when I was a little guy and the radio played
Took a broom for guitar
and pretending to walk down the stage
thought the people sang my songs
just the neighbour shouting from below sayin Hay!
Youre insane?! Ill call them cops
Another time still I was a little guy
A six chord in my hand
They seem one hundred thousand
Yet not good to help me sing
Sometimes I thought my eard explode
Still that neighbour shouting off below
From that day as background voice he joined the band
Na na na na
Sometime past is a ghost river bed, yeah
Another time I met a shy black haired girl fool of Elton John
Her hands touched on the black and white keys of her piano so soft
Fingers slipping on the the silk
She was playin a living thing
I said Hey! keep on playin , Ill call the band
A friend o mine knew me since I was a child
and he played the guitar
weve grown up in the same small town,
in the same old tunes
started singing songs aloud
something made us feel so proud
drink youth health
raise your voice and turn to man
Na na na na
Na na na na
Swimming in a ghost river bed
Swimming in a ghost river bed
Felt like swimming in a ghost river bed
Swimming in a ghost river bed