We were at the Rhythm Room. In Scottsdale Arizona. It was in the summertime it must have been '02. We got there way too early and we sat around for hours.
Standin' down on Main Street. Across from Mr. Blues. In my faded leather jacket. And my weathered Brogan shoes. A chill north wind was blowin'. But the spring was comin' on.
Truth is all I'm looking for From town to town And door to door. Happiness is nothing more Than Sunday at the zoo. Ridin' high inside the wires Is the sum of all my desires.