The Waiting Is The Hardest Part, Every

My Mama Was A Rocker Way Back In Fifty-three, Buys Them Old Records That They Sell On Tv.

You Believe What You Want To Believe. You See, You Don't Have To Live Like A Refugee.

You Spend Your Life Dreaming, Running 'round In A Trance, You Hang Out Forever And Still Miss The Dance, And If You Get Lucky, You Might Find Someone, To Help You Get Over The Pain That Will Come.

I Never Could Have Dreamed That Her Heart Was So Wicked, But I Keep Coming Back Because It's So Hard To Kick It.

I'm Actually Better On The Guitar Than When I Started, I Think, Because I've Had So Much Time With It And I Still Practice And I Love To Do It And I Love To Sing.