Map Out Your Future, But Do It

We're Always Looking For Something.

There's Not A Platinum Record Hanging In My House Anywhere. It Doesn't Exist Here. I'm Over It. They're All In The Garage, Wrapped Up In Bubblewrap.

I Walk These Streets, A Loaded Six String On My Back I Play For Keeps, 'cause I Might Not Make It Back; I Been Everywhere, And I'm Standing Tall I've Seen A Million Faces An I've Rocked Them All.

I'm Only As Successful As The Guy That Lives Down The Street From Me.

Thank You For Loving Me For Being My Eyes When I Couldn't See For Parting My Lips When I Couldn?t Breathe Thank You For Loving Me