I've learned to dance with a hand in my pants.

every time I've held a rose, It seems I only felt the thorns

I've lived long enough to have learned, the closer you get to the fire, the more you get burned.

You've given me the best of you, but now I need the rest of you.

In an age of incompetence, I've been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That's my job.

In every heart there is a room, A sanctuary safe and strong, To heal the wounds from lovers past, Until a new one comes along

I actually wrote the song first as "well, it's 9 o'clock on a Saturday." That bit. Then I said, You know what? It needs some kind of an introduction to kind of set the mood and set the flavor. So I just played this kind of cocktail lounge thing, the hustle and bustle of waitresses going by - that kind of thing.