When I grow up, gonna be a star. Gonna sing my songs and play my guitar, I'm ready. Gonna change the world, gonna turn the page. Gonna say what I feel, let out this rage, get ready.
The clouds drew dark as I rolled in. I sat down next to a man with five empty cups in front of him. He said "aren't you a little too young to be alone in these parts".
When I was young, I was so full of fear. I hid behind anger, held back the tears. It was me against the world, I was sure that I'd win. The world fought back, punished me for my sins.
Yeah, I wanted a vintage Harley. I wanted a house with a yard. I wanted a pocket full of money and. A wardrobe of clothes with style. My style. . Because I want what I want.
Ballroom again.. It's been a while since I've seen the end.. Pull down real hard the latch to the gate at the entrance of the yard.. Slide up the steps into a hall where the walls cry..
The search for songs has turned hopeless.. So I turn to anything meaningless.. . "Hey we'll be your friends.. I don't sleep. I don't count sheep.. I talk to the shepherd..
An hour of anger, an hour of love. This hour of confusion as I look above. Death, life as I've never seen before. One more trip like, that I'm in the mental ward.
I know that the summer is over. I can't wait til the weather gets colder. Every night will freeze over. It's just another sleepless night. . After all the things we've been through.
Melting faces and double figures. A little blue man tells me "you're just raving". But I feel it's all so unstable. And my mind is blowing on petroleum bubbles.
An hour of anger, an hour of love. This hour of confusion as I look above. Death, life as I've never seen before. One more trip like, that I'm in the mental ward.
Take a drive baby up the coast, yeah highway 101. I'll pass Ventura and Santa Barbara too, just as fast as my motor runs. Gotta pocket full of memories, some happy and some are sad.
She's got the fear to be alone. But she knows that she wants. I'm so sick to hear "maybe". But she's gonna fly with me. . Grab me and show me your flame.
She's the type of girl that everybody talks about.. In a type of world which no one really talks about.. But everybody talks about what no one really talks about..
Spent my whole life yeah looking for something. What it was, I'm not really sure. I looked for happiness but only found sorrow. Then I realized how to unlock the door.
Walking down Hollywood Boulevard. some young punk says that the times is hard. hey brother can you spare some change. time to rearrange your face. time to get a job.
Was a moonlight mishap, you lost your pony hat. Seems your lifestyle ain't so worthwhile after all. A heavy-hearted taxi ride and a walk on the wild side.