Everybody Is Just A Stranger, But That's

Every Song I Put On A Record Could Be A Single And I Just Pack My Bags For It... And The Minute It Takes Off, I'm Not Gonna Be Home For A While.

I'll Never Let Your Head Hit The Bed Without My Hand Behind It.

I Quit The Media Game. I'm Out. I'm Done.

I Get Recognized Somewhere In Between Like Local Meteorologist And National Meteorologist.

Atlanta's My Musical Home. It Really Was The Place Where I Really Came Alive.