Even When I Stop Performing Or Stop

I Could Walk Away From Anyone I Ever Knew, But I Can't Walk Away From You.

So You Play Your Albums And You Smoke Your Pot And You Meet Your Girlfriend In The Parking Lot Oh, But Still You're Aching For The Things You Haven't Got, What Went Wrong? And If You Can't Understand Why Your World Is So Dead And Why You've Got To Keep In Style And Feed Your Head Well, You're Twenty One And Still You Mother Makes Your Bed And That's Too Long.

I've Reached The Age Where Competence Is A Turn-on.

I Don't Want Clever Conversation, I Never Want To Work That Hard, I Just Want Someone I Can Talk To, I Want You Just The Way You Are.

They Are Sharing A Drink Called Loneliness.