I've been watching headlines
Flash across my TV screen
And I've been listening to the neighbours
Saying things that neither of them really mean
And maybe its just these Golden Days I've been thinking of
Nostalgia with a side of deep fried self pity
Thats got me walking around in circles blind
Through this mist of super hero stories and pornography
Cos you know I take every word to heart
Yeah I keep my temper but I'm keeping score
Tonight I'm dreaming of a brand new start
But tomorrow
I'll be right back on your corner
Just like all these other men
Back on your corner
With my hand out again
Static swirls like cigarette smoke
Up the silver screen of my memory
We return to find out hero flat on his face
Somewhere along the road
To an overdue epiphany
And the leading lady looks familiar
Y'know, I think I've seen this one before
Our hero rides into the sunset but I'll bet
That tomorrow
He'll be right back on your corner
Just like all these other men
Back on your corner
With his hand out again
So you can try to feed my appetite
Yeah I know you got what it is that I'm hungry for
My friends all tell me I'm a real stand up guy
But even so, tomorrow
I'll be right back on your corner
Just like all these other men
Back on your corner
With my hand out again
Songwriter-Stan Woodhouse