Still searching
Twelve years toward middle age
Now when good things come
I’m not so quick to run away.

Oh, my friends, my friends
We were wild all the time
Blind that the world could come between us
They couldn’t shut us down

Though I would
Give it up
To feel, more real

This city finally knows my name
She’s finally listening’, to what I’m singing
Not for money, or fame
This feeds my soul, keeps it ringing

Every time you close the door-
It only makes you want it more..

So we’ll uncover all the lies
Go to our separate beds tonight
Gracefully retire
If we’re as good as gold and diamonds
Then love endures
The Storms and Fire..