I guess I tried to show you how
I'd take the crowd with my guitar
And business men would clap their hands
And clip another fat cigar

And publishers would spread the news
And print my music far and wide
All the kids who played the blues
Would learn my licks with a bottle neck slide

But now it seems the bubble's burst
Although you know there was a time
Love songs gathered in my head
Poetry in every line

And strong men strove to hold the doors
With my friends I passed that reach
People stomped on dirty floors
Before I trod the rock'n'roll stage

I'll thank the man who's on the phone
If he has the time to spend
The problem I'll explain once more
And indicate a sum to lend

This ten percent is now a joke
Maybe thirty, even thirty-five
I'll say my daddy's had a stroke
He'd have one now, if he only was alive

I like the way you look at me
You're laughing too, down there inside
I took my chance and you took yours
You crewed my ship, we missed the tide

I like the way the music goes
A few good guys who can play it right
I like the way it moves my toes
Say when you want to go and dance all night

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): David Francis Cross, James Richard William Palmer, John Kenneth Wetton, Richard William Palmer James, Robert Fripp, William Scott Bruford