Radio is so fragmented, it's unbelievable.
Most of the time, I'm here in Michigan and I'm taking out the garbage every Monday.
Sometimes you can hear them talk, other times you can't. All the same old cliches, is that a woman or a man?
Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide. Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise.
With only one thing in common, they got the fire down below.
He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.