If You Don't Run, You Rust.

I'm Not Exactly A Guy Who Makes New Friends Easily.

You Belong Somewhere You Feel Free.

Somewhere, Somehow, Somebody Must Have Kicked You Around Some. Tell Me, Why You Want To Lay There, Revel In Your Abandon?

I'm So Tired Of Being Tired. Sure As Night Will Follow Day Most Things I Worry About Will Never Happen Anyway.

I'm Certainly Not A Robin Hood, I'm Not That Way. I Don't Want To Come Through, Burn Everybody For $200 A Ticket And Then They Can't Afford To Come See Me Again. Plus, I Just Don't Think It's Right. I Don't Think We Need That Much Money. I Just Do What Seems Like The Logical Thing To Do.