A friend named Charlie told me a story one dayas we were talking over a beerHow he'd sit as kid at the stadiumfrom outside the fence he would cheerThe price of a ticket was too much to bearBesides, you could see the game from out thereAnd now you're back and you can't help but to pretend..Back to where you started once again..He'd done many a hard job and wore many a scarit was the only life he ever knewThat one question never really hounded himHow could so much belong, to so fewYou have got to make due with what you can getThere ain't no use in carryin' a load of regretAnd now you're back and you can't help but to pretend..Back to where you started once again..Of the worst situation he would never complainfor what is there to say?In a world where judges reservations of youare fit to mold like clayHis world his judges could never conceiveAll that they can see is all that they can believeAnd now you're back and you can't help but to pretend..Back to where you started once again..To be legit is for all you can hope to askagainst the hard blown winds of circumstanceWhere the same one who robs youis from who you can stealThe whole situation becomes cruel and unjustto all involved parties that just do what they mustAnd now you're back and you can't help but to pretend..Back to where you started once again..Now it seems Charlie has dropped out of lineon a side road he's now tired enough to pursueIt's the road from rags to richesbut it ain't no park avenueYou have got so many hard years upon your soulYou can't stop now, you're on a rollAnd now you're back and you can't help but to pretend..Back to where you started once again..sallysally@usa.net