Coffee in the morning, cocaine afternoons.

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again

I've written many extra verses to songs that I learned to sing - an extra verse about a friend, or just add some verse - and that led to writing my own songs.

I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow. It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go. Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain.

Say a prayer for the pretender, who started out so young and strong only to surrender.

When you turn out the light, I've got to hand it to me. Looks like it's you and me again tonight Rosie.

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.