A Fan's Love For An Artist Is

There's A Moment That We All Come To, In Our Own Time, In Our Own Space, Where All That We've Done, We Can Undo, If Our Heart's In The Right Place.

Somebody That Comes And Dumps A Brand-new Album On Me And Doesn't Play The Old Stuff, I'm Pissed!

While I'm Playing Baseball, I'm Still Writing Songs And Having Tapes Sent To Me. I'm Sure I'll Spend A Lot Of Time In The Whirlpool Resting These Tired Bones, So I'll Be Thinking Of Music Then.

You Were Standin' Way Too Close To See It Fall Apart. And There Were Things You Couldn't Hear, 'cause You Were Listening With Your Heart.

I'm Not Sure How We Exist, As An Artist, Without Country Radio.