From Sausalito to the Rio Grande
They say the heart away grows fond
But I’ve been on this absent highway
For so long

When I was young I fought in the war
I was shot three times and left for dead
The doc gave me codeine
Said now the fight was in my head

They don’t make movies like they used to
They don’t write those stories anymore
They don’t make heroes out of celluloid like before

They say the hardest parts of the day
Arе the beginning and the еnd
But the hardest part for me
Is knowing the day won’t come again

So while you’re living in your stolen time
Remember to know just what it means
Some day some actor is gonna dress like you and steal your scenes

And you’ll say...

They don’t make movies like they used to
They don’t write those stories anymore
They don’t make heroes out of celluloid like before
They don’t make heroes out of celluloid anymore