A Talk With George

There's a tall thin man standing in the shadows
 When he calls your name, his voice is strong and clear
 It's a dark and smoky place, so you can't quite see his face
 He pulls you close and whispers in your ear
 And he tells you he was born into some money
 But it didn't mean he had to sit around
 And he knows a thing or two about the things that you should do
 If you don't want to take life lying down
 First of all, hang out a lot with Hemingway
 Spend some time fighting bulls in Spain
 You should go three rounds with Archie Moore and Sugar Ray
 It's so damned scary you won't mind the pain
 Be ringside at the rumble in the jungle
 Make friends with Hunter S. and Jackie O.
 And when they shoot poor Bobby down, you wrestle Sirhan to the ground
 Love your friends and miss them when they go
 You should write a book or two and start a magazine
 Even if it never makes a dime
 You should swing out by your feet above the circus ring
 At the very least throw parties all the time
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 Time and tide will never care (never care)
 Not so far from here to there (here to there)
 We just go (we just go, we just go)
 So, enjoy yourself, do the things that matter
 'Cause there isn't time and space to do it all
 Love the things you try, drink a cocktail wear a tie
 Show a little grace if you should fall
 Don't live another day unless you make it count
 There's someone else that you're supposed to be
 'Cause something deep inside of you that still wants out
 And shame on you if you don't set it free