Those neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights, keeps a-haunting me in memories. There is one in every crowd, for crying out loud, why was is always turning out to be me?
If you have the courage and you have the heart, that hero just might be you.
Finally, my manager negotiated a deal where I got to produce my own records.
I sat at a bar having a beer trying to hold down the stool.
I never have any problem getting enthusiastic with a good song and a good band.
But Buddy was an upper. He was happy. He loved music, and he was really happy. I don't know... I don't believe in reincarnation at all, but if all that stuff is true, then he might have been on his last time around.