I couldn't have been more than a day over three. Tried to do and be everything that I saw on TV. That won't work now like it did work back then. But then it was easier to imagine for me.
Caught between the stars and underground. I'm climbing up just to get back down. My lips are moving but make no sound. Don't leave me here this way.. .
It was cool in the fifties scattin' to. jazz and be-bop. It was the sound they were throwin' down. From LA to New York and. in every town. . And with the rhythm in your souls.
I wish that I could break all the mirrors in my mind. The ones that lie to me and steal away my pride. I wish I could be blind to everything that haunts me.