it was a late night
and i was out on my own
in the right light
i was writing a poem
in my new car
for i am what they think they are
it was my ride
it was time to die
it was your (her?) turn to learn
i was fixin’ to die
you were feeling the burn
i felt the stage fright
though no one was following
a tough crowd
i’m screaming aloud
to the late night
i take my time
happy days are here again
in my cold weather home
comin to save me, baby
give me the maybe and that’ll be all
good luck going crazy
hope you have yourself a ball
an independent artist in a one-man band
a noodly guitarist in the punk rock land
the person that you’d least expect to lose his cool
the wisest man among us wants to play the fool