I'd Rather Make Music Than Tour.

To A Brighter Light, To A Promised Land, You Can Feel The Power, Of The Master's Hand.

I Used Her And She Used Me, But Neither One Cared, We Were Getting Our Share.

Here Comes Old Rosie She's Looking Mighty Fine, Here Comes Hot Nancy She's Steppin' Right On Time. There Go The Street Lights Bringing On The Night, Here Come The Men Faces Hidden From The Light.

Like A Rock, Standing Arrow Straight. Like A Rock, Charging From The Gate.

I'd Rather Make Music Than Tour.