driving in from the edge of town. ice cold winter sun is going down. and im starting just the way i used to through that dirty all night restaurant window. just thinkin about the things i wish i could give up and the things that wont let me go. but i know im gonna be alright. my mind wont focus. i take an out of the way drive in and around the north side of town where the smoke from hells exhaust pipe lingers above the cheap rent in the dark night. hours pass through me. im tired of wasting time. half hour later towards the downtown lights. i dont know what im still doing here. the coliseum blue room has been empty for a long time. you have to push these kind of thoughts right out of your mind...and i try. something has been wasted. at least that's what it seems. all the bars have long closed down. theres no one but me in the streets of my hometown. i've already said too much. im all lovesick for endless broken white lines and i say to all the young wild ones...for you...yeah on your way up..the world isnt against you, my dear, it just doesn't care.