With only one thing in common, they got the fire down below.
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy, out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy. Workin' on mysteries without any clues, workin' on our night moves.
He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.
Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall? When you realize, you just can't have it all.
I'm not a number. Dammit, I'm a man.
I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.