There's a freeway running through the yard.
Lord, please watch over all these lost children born to chase the hurricane.
Bring me a girl, they're always the best. You put 'em on stage, and you have 'em undress.
You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.
I remember things being more clearer, at one time things were more real.
I have never been comfortable being the front man.