Back in The Good Old World

<br>(gypsy)<br><br>(tom waits)<br><br><br><br>When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold.<br><br>But when I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down.<br><br>But now that I have gone from here theres no place Id rather be<br><br>Than to float my chances on the tide back in the good old world.<br><br>On octobers last Ill fly back home rolling down winding way.<br><br>Scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field I lay<br><br>And all Ive gots a pocket full of flowers on my grave.<br><br>Oh but summer is gone I remember it best<br><br>Back in the good old world.