Tin Pan Valley Lyrics - Robert Plant

I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along 

I live on former glory, so long ago and gone 

I'm turning down the talk shows, the humor and the couch 

I'm moving up to higher ground, I've found a new way out 

There's parasols and barbeque's and loungers by the pool 

The late night conversations filled with 20th century cool 

My peers may flirt with cabaret, some fake the rebel yell 

Me, I'm moving up to higher ground, I must escape this hell 

Let me suspend my thirst for knowledge in your powder, sweat and sighs 

A grudge of Christian women, a stain of spotless wives 

A perfect destination inside a perfect world 

I take the bottle to the baby, you take the hammer to the pearl 

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Every day's like Sunday, down here on memory lane 

Salad days and no good ways can drive me quite insane 

A cocktail clouded troubadour attempts to speak in tongues 

He's said, "Enough, I'm through the door I'm moving right along 

Along, along, along, along" 

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