One night in Kansas City after we had played the show. Shots rang out as I stumbled home. So I hid behind a dumpster in an alley down the street. I didn't want to know if they were shooting at me.
You look pretty good for all that you've seen. You're smiles still as bright as it's ever been. You won't show your eyes, scared that they might. Show all the world what you told me last night.