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.

My walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light, and I held firmly to what I felt was right.

Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall? When you realize, you just can't have it all.

Here comes old Rosie she's looking mighty fine, here comes hot Nancy she's steppin' right on time. There go the street lights bringing on the night, here come the men faces hidden from the light.

To a brighter light, to a promised land, you can feel the power, of the master's hand.

I'm not a number. Dammit, I'm a man.

I've never been unhappy with Capitol. Not really. They've been really good by me.