Dusty street stare at me looking like a daytime nightmare
I should shave try to save something of the man that still dare
Not much have to save of the man who stayed in Monterey

The stock old stores open doors gape across this square and wonder
As this man's trembling hands take this bag and bottoles under
Things are looking gray for the man who stayed in Monterey

Honey darling sweetheart precious angel little dove
The man you left is looking pretty grim
Hipnotized and paralized and whined is man you loved
Cause it makes your mem'ry soft and dim

Now I walk from the park bluey eyed and droopy shoulders
Scuffy shoes flop and lose I know I'm looking tired and older
One more empty day for the man who stayed in Monterey

[ guitar ]
Photographs in my lap sparkling colors rush up to me
From the page brown with age all these things I keep are truly
Flowers on the grave of the man who stayed in Monterey
Flowers on the grave of the man who stayed in Monterey