I Don't Belong In Limos Or Private

I'm Writing For The Sake Of Writing Music. Whether It Gets Heard Or Not Isn't An Issue For Me. It Keeps My Own Juices Going And My Mind Active.

Yes, They're Sharing A Drink They Call Loneliness But It's Better Than Drinkin' Alone.

I Can't Remember Faces, Don't Remember Names, But After Awhile And A Thousand Miles It All Becomes The Same.

Ain't No Rainbows Shining On Me, Shades Of Gray Are The Colors I See.

The Piano Sounds Like A Carnival And The Microphone Smells Like A Beer. And They Sit At The Bar And Put Bread In My Jar And Say, Man, What Are You Doing Here?