I'm Growing Older, But Not Up.

We're Just Recycled History Machines, Cavemen In Faded Blue Jeans.

I've Always Found Drugs And Alcohol Somewhat Pedestrian. It's Like, I Don't Need An External Agent To Open My Mind. I'm Here, Conscious, Alert, Present. Why Would I Alter That?

Maybe Roll In The Sand With A Rock And Roll Man.

I Got My Hush Puppies On. I Guess I Never Was Made Meant For Glitter Rock And Roll.

Some Of It's Magic And Some Of It's Tragic But I Had A Good Life All The Way.