The only thing I know as I get older is that I don't really need to be No. 1.
It's hard to be a saint in the city.
They put a rifle in my hand, sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the Yellow man.
Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk.
At the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe.
But the star thing I can live with. The music I can't live without. And that's how it lays out for me, you know. I got as big an ego and enjoy the attention.