Last year I had an MRI and they asked if I wanted music. I asked for classic rock. They gave me '80s hair bands.
Not everything that's old is classic. A '72 Mustang is a classic. A '72 Pinto is just old.
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race
Out every evening, until it was light
He was too tired to make it, she was too tired to fight about it
Must be because I had the flu for Christmas
And I'm not feelin' up to par
It increases my paranoia
Like lookin' at my mirror and seein' a police car
But I'm not givin' in an inch to fear
'Cause I promised myself this year
I feel like I owe it to someone
I like to see you boogie
Right across the floor
I like to do it to you
'Til you holler for more
I like to reggae
But you dance too fast for me
I'd like to make love to you
So you can make me scream
I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables
They call me The Seeker
I've been searching low and high
I don't care if you hurt me some more
I don't care if you even the score
You can knock me and I don't care
And you can mock me and I don't care
And you can rock me just about anywhere
It's alright
'Cause you're all I've got tonight
You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home
Do you remember me?
Like I remember you
In a sea of hands
You came shining through
In the mist of time
I can see it now
All my life I will remember this
(Under a raging moon)
For this moment I was born for it
(Under a raging moon)
I took a trip
A trip with my dad
I packed the lunches
He scored the tabs
We took his wagon
And all of my tapes
The road was our planet
And we were the apes