Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk.
It's a sad man my friend who's livin' in his own skin and can't stand the company.
Mister, I ain't a boy, no I'm a man, and i believe in a promised land.
Tonight I'm stepping lightly and I'm feeling no pain.
The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive.
You can't be afraid of getting old. Old is good, if you're gathering in life. Our band is good at understanding that equation.