There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown, love to watch her do her stuff.

I was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.

I really like the thing I did with Martina McBride. I had that song sitting around for a long time.

And just about the time I feel like screaming and finding me a wall to punch right through, I look up and I just can't help smiling, it's you.

I used her and she used me, but neither one cared, we were getting our share.

Unlike a lot of people, I don't need the affirmation or anything.

The years rolled slowly past and I found myself alone. Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends, I found myself further and further from my home.