A friend named Charlie told me a story one day  as we were talking over a beer  How he'd sit as kid at the stadium  from outside the fence he would cheer  The price of a ticket was too much to bear  Besides, you could see the game from out there  And 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 scar  it was the only life he ever knew  That one question never really hounded him  How could so much belong, to so few  You have got to make due with what you can get  There ain't no use in carryin' a load of regret  And 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 complain  for what is there to say?  In a world where judges reservations of you  are fit to mold like clay  His world his judges could never conceive  All that they can see is all that they can believe  And 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 ask  against the hard blown winds of circumstance  Where the same one who robs you  is from who you can steal  The whole situation becomes cruel and unjust  to all involved parties that just do what they must  And 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 line  on a side road he's now tired enough to pursue  It's the road from rags to riches  but it ain't no park avenue  You have got so many hard years upon your soul  You can't stop now, you're on a roll  And now you're back and you can't help but to pretend..  Back to where you started once again..  sallysally@usa.net