I Let Her Do Some Of My

I'm Losing Touch With Reality And I'm Almost Out Of Blow. It's Such A Fine Line, I Hate To See It Go. Cocaine, Runnin' All 'round My Brain.

So I Had A Couple Of Years Of Playing Trumpet. I Really Enjoyed It, But It Was Not The Kind Of Instrument You Could Whip Out At A Party. Let's Face It.

I Want To Find Myself A Girl Who Can Show Me What Laughter Means, And We'll Fill In The Missing Numbers In Each Others Paint-by-numbers Dreams.

I Followed Those Highway Signs And I've Run Down Those Thin White Lines.

Self-discovery In Songwriting, Bringing Something Forth That's Instructive To Yourself - Some Of The Best Songs That You Will Ever Write Are The Ones Where You Didn't Have To Think About Any Of That Stuff, But Nonetheless That's What's Happening In The Song.