Some people say that love's a losin' game. You start with fire but you lose the flame. The ashes smolder but the warmth's soon gone. You end up cold … - Bob Seger

Cruisin on the grey snakes till my dyin day
Checkin all the hen houses out along the way
Wastin time and drinkin wine
Life is short and I ain't lyin
Livin all I can through every day.

In the pool halls, the hustlers and the losers
I used to watch 'em through the glass.
Well I'd stand outside at closing time
Just to watch her walk on past.
Unlike all the other ladies, she looked so young and sweet.
As she made her way alone down that empty street.
Down on Mainstreet.

Here comes old Rosie she's looking mighty fine
Here comes hot Nancy she's steppin' right on time
There go the street lights bringin on the night
Here come the men faces hidden from the light
All through the shadows they come and they go
With only one thing in common
They got the fire down below.