I remember images of bridges crossed And being left on the other side I guess I died last somewhere near Savannah Oh Imogene, can I take you down south in my dreams Oh Imogene, everybody's playing good-time music Could it be some sort of sign That everybody's playing good-time music But no one's having a good time Simon, my best friend, he cut his hair He added strings, became a millionaire Oh it's all so simple so Simon says Oh but Imogene, time goes by and so did I Oh Imogene, everybody's playing good-time music Could it be some sort of sign Everybody's playing good-time music But no one's having a good time The sign on the border says welcome to Georgia You don't have to go through Savannah no more Oh nothing makes sense anymore Why should I, why should I