The song tells me what to play.
My Maserati does 185, I lost my license, now I don't drive.
I'm making records, my fans they can't wait. They write me letters, tell me I'm great.
Everybody else shares the same cloudy sky.
With any level of success you get some non-musical things that come along - money, ego - and it's easy to lose your perspective and get off doing what you did to get there.
I go to parties sometimes until four, it's hard to leave when you can't find the door.