Southbound Jericho Parkway - Roy Orbison

There was a man whose memories were made up

Of nothing

He pushed the elevator button, and go home

To nothing

Yes his business had prospered but women get lonely sometimes, now she has the

house

His son in college had dropped out

To expand his mind

And Sarah, his daughter had not spoken to him

Maybe he’d raised her the wrong way

He wondered

He checked his mailbox, with fingers a-tremblin'

No mail, from anyone

«I'm home?»

he said softly, as he opened the door and gazed at his empty

apartment

Aching, thinking

Southbound Jericho Parkway

Is what you call a one-way street

Southbound Jericho Parkway

Is what you call a one-way street

At 7.20, monday after New Year

Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal

Aimed his Lincoln steady and drove himself into a wall

How could a thing sush as this ever happen

All the community said it was shame

He was a good man, he was a clean man.

yeah

That was it: he was a good, clean man

And his landlady said he was an exemplary tenant

They’re always nice and quiet when they’re all alone

At his age

The young man sat, on a small woven mat

While the silken smoke it cirlcled over head

The cigarettes were there to prove he didn’t care

'Bout the contents of the telegram he’d just read

Father, father, father

You always seemed to be so out of reach

And the psychedelyc sign read: peace

Apartment in New York, a girl closes the door

And leans against it with her head bowed low

Thoughts raced through her mind

Of when she was a child

Raised warmly by a man she didn’t know

Father, father, father

She wished she had phoned him yesterday

There were so many things she had to say

Henry, the check is in my hands

Brought by the insurance man to cover all my plans

We’ll have flowers, your broker will be there

And Sarah, if she cares, and our boy with all his hair

And the sun rose, and the sunset

As it always has

And people yet unknown, were busy being born

And time when past