Excuse me if I have/some place in my mind/where I go time to time.

I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.

She's a good girl, crazy about Elvis, loves horses, and her boyfriend, too.

I don't know, my music has always just come from where the wind blew me. Like where I'm at during a particular moment in time.

Well, I started out down a dirty road Started out all alone And the sun went down as I crossed the hill And the town lit up, the world got still I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings Coming down is the hardest thing Well, the good ol' days may not return And the rocks might melt and the sea may burn I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings Coming down is the hardest thing Well, some say life will beat you down Break your heart, steal your crown So I've started out for God knows where I guess I'll know when I get there I'm learning to fly around the clouds But what goes up must come down

I think sometimes maybe you're going to connect with the audience more than others, but the journey is about getting all there is to get out of this group of people.

My sister got lucky, married a yuppie, and took him for all he was worth. Now she's a swinger dating a singer, I can't decide which is worse.