Выпущена на альбоме «Mighty ReArranger«.
I come from the Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along I live on former glory, so long ago and gone I'm turning down the talk shows, the humour and the couch I'm moving up to higher ground, I've found a new way out. There’s parasols and barbecues and loungers by the pool Late night conversations filled with twentieth-century cool My peers may flirt with cabaret - some fake the “rebel yell” Me, I'm moving up to higher ground - I must escape their hell Let me Suspend my thirst for knowledge in your powder, sweat and sighs A grudge of Christian women, a stain of spotless wives A perfect destination inside a perfect world I take the bottle to the baby, you take the hammer to the pearl Like this - like this – like this – like this. Every day's like Sunday, down here on memory lane Salad days and no good ways can drive me quite insane A cocktail-clouded troubadour attempts to speak in tongues He's said enough - I'm through the door - I'm moving right along Like this - like this – like this – like this - like this - like this.
Перевод Елены Ерёминой