Way Up In The Nosebleeds We Watched

I Remember Things Being More Clearer, At One Time Things Were More Real.

That's Stupid. You Couldn't Pay Me To Go. I'm Not Oversimplifying It. That's What's Going On. I Don't Think It Would Be Any Fun Without The Drugs. It's A Drug Party.

You Spend Your Life Dreaming, Running 'round In A Trance, You Hang Out Forever And Still Miss The Dance, And If You Get Lucky, You Might Find Someone, To Help You Get Over The Pain That Will Come.

My Mama Was A Rocker Way Back In Fifty-three, Buys Them Old Records That They Sell On Tv.

You Belong Among The Wildflowers You Belong In A Boat Out At Sea You Belong With Your Love On Your Arm You Belong Somewhere You Feel Free