The pump don't work cause the vandals took the handle

In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.

Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I've got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.

Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogs´ll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For I´m one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.

People think they know me from my songs. But my repertoire of songs is so wide-ranging that you'd have to be a madman to figure out the characteristics of the person who wrote all those songs.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.