On a whim
We climbed in a car
That was headed down South


You were older
And I was hard-pressed for action

Could you tell?

You said "Here, my dear"

At the vanity fair
"Let's make hay while the Sun shines!"
But was it fair?


Old playthings are all laid to waste
Thrown out to make better space


So I got a job
Cleaning toilets

At a nightclub in Baltimore

And I guess that's that

Almost shorter than a dream
And definitely of less noise


Old playthings are all laid to waste
Thrown out to make better space


Do I Do?