Into A Dancer You Have Grown From

I Never Was A Very Good Singer.

I'm Not Sure What I'm Trying To Say, It Could Be That I've Lost My Way.

Got Seven Women On My Mind. Four That Want To Own Me, Two That Want To Stone Me, And One Says She's A Friend Of Mine.

I Look Around For The Friends I Used To Turn To Pull Me Through. Looking Into Their Eyes, I See Them Running, Too.

The High Ideals And Promises You Once Dressed The Future In Are Dancing In The Embers With The Wind.