It Was 22 Years Of Work In

He Wants His Home And Security, He Wants To Live Like A Sailor At Sea.

Some People Say Love Is A Losing Game, You Start With Fire And You Lose The Flame. The Ashes Smolder, But The Warmth's Soon Gone, You End Up Cold And Lonely On Your Own.

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

I Just Start Playing Music And Eventually I Sing Something, A Line Of A Verse Or A B Section Or A Line Of A Chorus, And The Line That I End Up Singing Is Related To The Music I'm Playing, If That Makes Any Sense. And I Go From There.

Beautiful Loser, Where You Gonna Fall? When You Realize, You Just Can't Have It All.