Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely, nothing else to do but close my mind. I sure hope the road don't come to own me, there's so many dreams I've yet to find. But you're so far away.
I'd like to know that your love Is love I can be sure of.
It's very difficult for me to evaluate my own stuff.
You can't talk to a man, with a shotgun in his hand.
You're beautiful as you feel.
Once the inspiration comes, that directs where the perspiration goes.