Now if I seem to be afraid To live the life that I have made in song Well it's just that I've been losing so long. - Jackson Browne

Now the seats are all empty,
Let the roadies take the stage.
Pack it up and tear it down.
They're the first to come and the last to leave,
Working for that minimum wage.
They'll set it up in another town.

I'm going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means.
And we'll fill in the missing colors
In each other's paint-by-number dreams.

I thought I knew where I was going, until I heard your laughter flowing
And came upon the wisdom in your eyes