Some people say love is a losing game, you start with fire and you lose the flame. The ashes smolder, but the warmth's soon gone, you end up cold and lonely on your own.

Yeah, I'm just blessed to have this very strong thing, my vocals. I'm very healthy in that regard.

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

Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.

He wants his home and security, he wants to live like a sailor at sea.

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

I can only get my drummer in the winter; he plays with Grand Funk all summer.