For The Loser Now Will Be Later

You Just Don't Wake Up One Day And Decide That You Need To Write Songs.

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.

You Breathed On Me And Made My Life A Richer One To Live, When I Was Deep In Poverty You Taught Me How To Give. Dried The Tears Up From My Dreams And Pulled Me From My Hole, Quenched My Thirst And Satisfied The Burning In My Soul.

Since My Feet Are Now Fast And Point Away From The Past, I'll Bid Farewell And Be Down The Line.

Freedom Just Around The Corner For You, But With The Truth So Far Off, What Good Will It Do?