Sad tyrant, turn on a dime
In the sultry west coast night
Hopping along skid row
Amongst the hopeful and their junk

You showed me so much

Took us to a new high
Speeding along in a clean machine
Riding the wake of another
One so mean

Those days are now long gone
Wish I had your picture
Memory will do the trick
So I wanted, I wanted

I wanted to help you

But I have to admit things got weird for a bit
And I screamed for you,
"There goes my man!"