like an old friend he put his hand on my shouldernand turning around he said you can't please everybody, rockwellnit's just that, walking home at nightnby the freeway under lightsnthere's always somethingni'm trying to remember not to miss a single thingnbut i don't know this man (x2)nhe was holding me down with my face to the groundnscreaming, life begins at 40! at the top of his voicenand all i could think ofnwas the sounds of the trafficnand the way the evening lightnshoots back off the street signsnand how everything just passes me bynbut i don't know this man (x2)ni've never laid eyes on him in my lifeni don't know this man (x2)nhow many phone booths can i walk past before i crackni've never laid eyes on him in my life