Those Are The Memories That Made Me

My Walk Had Purpose, My Steps Were Quick And Light, And I Held Firmly To What I Felt Was Right.

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.

And Just About The Time I Feel Like Screaming And Finding Me A Wall To Punch Right Through, I Look Up And I Just Can't Help Smiling, It's You.

My Management Tells Me, Don't Be Optimistic, Because It's The Young People's World Now. They Want To Hear What They Want To Hear, And You're A Classic Rocker. I Don't Know If You're Gonna Get The Play.

I Wish I Had A Nickel For Every Time I Fell And Blamed Someone Else. I'd Give A Ton Of Money To The Ones I've Hurt.