One Victim Lives In Tragedy, Another Victim

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

Out Past The Cornfields Where The Woods Got Heavy, Out In The Back Seat Of My '60 Chevy. Workin' On Mysteries Without Any Clues, Workin' On Our Night Moves.

Wish I Didn't Know Now What I Didn't Know Then.

I Sailboat Raced, I Love To Go Out On My Motorcycle Alone, But I Also Love My Family Dearly. I Love That Aspect Of My Life As Well.

I Want To Be Sure I Can Deliver What People Expect To Hear. I Just Don't Know If I Can Physically Do It. Or If I Should.