Max Webster

The day seems longer / when your head is hanging down
And you are taking to the back streets / looking for something lost
Finding something found
C--how long does it take this feeling to show
when will this mood i know let go
blue river liquor shine starting to grow
They're just little people / justice seems so round
Too many backstreets / without a lost and found
Let go of that stranger / he's just hanging around--C