Damon and Jill ©1989 Richard March Damon puts on his overalls, heads out his mid-income door He and his buddies ease into their trucks; grab some coffee at the "fill up" store He'd like to see his kids go to college, though he never cared for books and rules He'd rather work outside, in the broad daylight Using his hands, using his tools. The greenhorns still party when the night comes, try and keep from sleeping alone With a wife, and kids, and a mortgage, the seasoned boys, they stay home Been a while since he woke with his head in a vice, and he tells me that it's better that way "The fast lane life only lasts so long. The longer you run it boy, the shorter you stay." So they settle down in bedroom towns, where the neighborhoods are still ok Try and find some peace of mind, while jobs they chose are seeing harder days His wife, she works the same long hours, It ain't like the pre-war days. They take turns cooking, and he calls her good looking She tells him that he really isn't showing his age If they had a dollar for every dream, they'd be richer than a corporate man But for now, they'd rather concentrate on raising some kids While they keep their eyes open for some country land Damon met Jill at River College, doing his Journeyman She was taking classes, blowing off his passes; she had too many other plans She had her eye on a big state school, and a life she could call her own Damon kept saying he'd never stand in her way, prayed she wouldn't stand alone Two years passed, Damon started working; Jill went up state to school He'd visit her on weekends, while his friends all called him a fool He backed off, gave her some room, said "I'm leaving it all up to you" "You can have a life of your own, a place you call home, together we can build the two." So they settle down in bedroom towns, where the neighborhoods are still ok Try and find some peace of mind, while jobs they chose are seeing harder days His wife, she works the same long hours, It ain't like the pre-war days. They take turns cooking, Damon calls her good looking Jill says "Damon, Honey, you ain't really showing your age" If they had a dollar for every dream, they'd be richer than a corporate man. But for now, they'd rather concentrate on raising some kids While they keep their eyes open for some country land.