Sometimes you want to give up the guitar, you'll hate the guitar. But if you stick with it, you're gonna be rewarded.
Purple haze all in my eyes, don't know if it's day or night. You got me blowin', blowin' my mind. Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?
Let me live my life the way I want to.
Once you're dead, you're made for life.
You're just like crosstown traffic, so hard to get through to you.
It's really hard to know what people want around here sometimes.