Here I Am, On The Road Again.

It Went On Yesterday And It's Going On Tonight, Somewhere There's Somebody Ain't Treatin' Somebody Right.

Some People Say Love Is A Losing Game, You Start With Fire And You Lose The Flame. The Ashes Smolder, But The Warmth's Soon Gone, You End Up Cold And Lonely On Your Own.

There Was This Long Lovely Dancer In A Little Club Downtown, Love To Watch Her Do Her Stuff.

Dreams Die Hard And We Watch Them Erode, But We Cannot Be Denied The Fire Inside.

I Just Start Playing Music And Eventually I Sing Something, A Line Of A Verse Or A B Section Or A Line Of A Chorus, And The Line That I End Up Singing Is Related To The Music I'm Playing, If That Makes Any Sense. And I Go From There.