Man Who Stayed In Monterey

Dusty street stare at me looking like a daytime nightmare

I should shave try to save something of the man that still dare

Not much have to save of the man who stayed in Monterey

The stock old stores open doors gape across this square and wonder

As this man's trembling hands take this bag and bottoles under

Things are looking gray for the man who stayed in Monterey

Honey darling sweetheart precious angel little dove

The man you left is looking pretty grim

Hipnotized and paralized and whined is man you loved

Cause it makes your mem'ry soft and dim

Now I walk from the park bluey eyed and droopy shoulders

Scuffy shoes flop and lose I know I'm looking tired and older

One more empty day for the man who stayed in Monterey

[ guitar ]

Photographs in my lap sparkling colors rush up to me

From the page brown with age all these things I keep are truly

Flowers on the grave of the man who stayed in Monterey

Flowers on the grave of the man who stayed in Monterey