Your Old Haunts - Simon Joyner

Your Old Haunts -Simon Joyner
Your old haunts are beckoning
They haven't seen much of your face
And they'd like to know
why you are neglecting
What you once chose to embrace
What happened to the parties thrown
In the name of pure sensation
Where your shaving kit
was nearly always found
At the foot of some fresh liaison
And did you run off with the anchor
Is that why they are drifting
And did you rescue the women
With whom they were sinking
The past can be quite dangerous
But it's often willing to forgive
Just bring back all the footage
Of how you used to live
You see the myth of your ascension
Above measly yesterday's crowd
Has been mumbled
but scarcely mentioned
And never spread aloud
So your old haunts are missing you
And they want to know
where the hell you've been
So set aside your winter clothes awhile
And let them see your skin
Did you lose your heroic fire
And what about your signature flair
Because some say
you've all but retired
And there are clouds running
through your golden hair
It wasn't always so bleak it's true
You glowed before you burned
But the laurel leaves
you hoped would speak for you
Well they were the first to turn
Now you're a paragraph in the paper
Buried beneath a cold headline
And it gives all those parasites
such pleasure
To see you checking out on time
But please come back
if you're broken
They love you in that shape
In the haunts you once abandoned
But which you can't escape
Yes please come back
if you're shattered
They'll take you that way too
The singer is never more flattered
Than when the applause is through