If You Listen Long Enough You Can

There Was No Use Pretending, No Magic Left To Hear, All The Music Gave Me Was A Craving For Lite Beer.

And The Days Went By Like Paper In The Wind. Everything Changed, Then Changed Again. It's Hard To Find A Friend. It's Hard To Find A Friend.

I Started Playing The Bass Because Nobody Else Would Play The Bass, And Then I Got Bumped Up Into Singing Because No One Else Really Wanted To Sing. So I Learned How To Sing And I Wrote The Songs, So I Tended To Get The Most Attention.

Some Grow Young, Some Grow Cold...

There Used To Be This Real Sense Of Community Integrity In Rock. It Has Really Eroded. Everyone Seems To Be On Their Own Now.