By: jimmy buffett
1970
It's never been the same since you returned from dreamin'
With your nursery rhyme excuses your picture postcards gleamin'
Tellin' everyone who looks your way 'bout people and their sinnin'
While you left field verse is fallin' in proportion to your winnin'And I can't be your hero today
I'm through with the simple games you play
It just may take some time for me to even up the score
But I can't be your soldier home from warAnd there you sit shouting that there's still hope for us
While nature holds the handcuffs on a capricorn and taurus
There's nothing you can do or say to get me to your camp
Go fill up all your savings books and buy yourself a lampAnd I can't be your hero today
Your wholesale price is much to high to pay
A bargain basement atmosphere is no way to sell love
And I can't be your superman above