I love history, doesn't matter what era, I'm fascinated.

As we celebrate mediocrity, all the boys upstairs want to see. How much you'll pay for what you used to get for free.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free

Every verse a diamond, every chorus gold, the sound was my salvation. It was only everything, before money became king.

I love history, doesn't matter what era, I'm fascinated.

Way up in the nosebleeds we watched him on the screen, they'd hung between the billboards so cheaper seats could see.