This is the city where I liveThese are the friends that I have madeBefore I hang these aching heels behindI'd love to make amendsAnd think of all the time we’ve spentDying on this piano benchI know when I come home againYou won't be waiting in the wingsThey used to keep a bucket on the side of the stageWhere is the bottle Linda left me?Should I be here at my age in your swimming pool?In your swimming pool, Brian Jones?All of these changes I'm feelingAre tying ropes to the ceilingAnother dream, another nightHow can you sleep with all these girlfriends around here?They’re not like yours at allThey understand the sickness tooI'm in the scene, I smell chlorine, I'm clean for youThey used to keep a dolly on the side of the stageWhere are the pills that Linda left me?Should I be here at my age in your swimming pool?In your swimming pool, Brian Jones?
