Patrick Simmons. . I just looked in the mirror, was that me. I'm older now than I used to be. The sky above me, Lord, it's turnin' red. There's a hard rain fallin' 'round my head.
Playin' easy somewhere, shade across my mind. Thoughts that pass I cannot catch, I reach for you and find. That I have learned how not to get burned now.
Patrick Simmons / Jeffrey Baxter / Michael McDonald. . There was a place in East St. Louis. It was in nineteen fifty nine. When they played they filled the streets with music.