Sugar man, won't you hurry. Cause I'm tired of these scenes. For a blue coin won't you bring back. All those colors to my dreams. . Silver magic ships you carry.
Just a song we shared, I'll hear. Brings memories back when you were here. Of your smile, your easy laughter. Of your kiss, those moments after. I think of you,.
I've played every kind of gig there is to play now. I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals. In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses..