If You Said Good-bye To Me Tonight,

When I Was 19, I Made My First Good Week's Pay As A Club Musician. It Was Enough Money For Me To Quit My Job At The Factory And Still Pay The Rent And Buy Some Food. I Freaked.

You've Got Yoga, I've Got Beer. You Got Overpriced, I Got Weird.

I Don't Belong In Limos Or Private Jets Or On Stage With People Cheering Me But That's What's Kept Me Grounded Because I Know It's Not Right.

People Pay A Lot Of Money To Go See Shows Now, They Don't Wanna Know About Your Technical Problems, Or If You're Not Feeling Good, They Don't Wanna Know We Have A Glitch. It's Their Night, You Better Do Something To Earn That Money.

For Whatever Reason, Not All People Are Born With The Particular Gift Of Being Able To Express Ourselves Through Music. And, Believe Me, It Is A Gift.