But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost, but something's gained In living every day

A few drinks later you're not so choosy when the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you've found.

I'm not a kiss-and-teller. I never named names.

I don't like to make fluffy little songs, but now I want to make some light songs.

I get the urge for going/But I never seem to go.

You win the lasting laurels with your laughter.

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand