| I remember images of bridges crossed |
| And being left on the other side |
| I guess I died last somewhere near Savannah |
| Oh Imogene, can I take you down south in my dreams |
| Oh Imogene, everybody’s playing good-time music |
| Could it be some sort of sign |
| That everybody’s playing good-time music |
| But no one’s having a good time |
| Simon, my best friend, he cut his hair |
| He added strings, became a millionaire |
| Oh it’s all so simple so Simon says |
| Oh but Imogene, time goes by and so did I |
| Oh Imogene, everybody’s playing good-time music |
| Could it be some sort of sign |
| Everybody’s playing good-time music |
| But no one’s having a good time |
| The sign on the border says welcome to Georgia |
| You don’t have to go through Savannah no more |
| Oh nothing makes sense anymore |
| Why should I, why should I |