I Work My Back 'til It's Racked

Later In The Evening When You Lie Awake In Bed With The Echoes From The Amplifiers Ringing In Your Head.

Even In Junior High, I Always Knew I Had A Talent For Music And I Knew I Could Make Money That Way.

Mediocrity's Easy, The Good Things Take Time, The Great Need Commitment.

The Years Rolled Slowly Past And I Found Myself Alone. Surrounded By Strangers I Thought Were My Friends, I Found Myself Further And Further From My Home.

It's A Rite Of Passage For The Everyman, To A Higher Ground.