After the show you walked right past.
Arms reached out for your autograph.
And as you flashed your backstage pass.
I caught your eye with a camera's flash.
When the band came out they stood behind you.
Cymbals crashed, the lights went blue.
You stood alone in the halo's haze.
Shiny guitar hung on gold lamé.
And you, you were the lonely one.
You were the lonely one.
When you perform it's so intense.
When the critics pan I write in your defense.
I understand I'm just a fan, I'm just a fan.
When I get home I turn off the alarm.
I've checked the phone, no messages on.
I play the ones from yesterday.
I play your song just to hear you say that....
You, you're the lonely one.
You are the lonely one.
You, you're the lonely one.
You are the lonely one.

I can’t remember all the times I’ve tried to tell myself to hold onto these moments as they pass

Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night
Now, they blew up his house, too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for a fight
Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now, there's trouble bustin in from outta state
And the d.a. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gamblin commissions hangin on by the skin of his teeth

Well now, evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in atlantic city

Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the central trust
And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus

Now, baby, evrything dies, honey, that's a fact...

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
But with you forever I'll stay
Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold
Put on your stockins baby, `cause the nights getting cold
And maybe evrything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back

Now, I been lookin for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers and don't
Get caught on the wrong side of that line
Well, Im tired of comin out on the losin end
So, honey, last night I met this guy and Im gonna
Do a little favor for him

Well, I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...

so this is where you are and this is where i've been

I love thin warbly voices. There's just something really wonderful about that kind of expression. It's real. maybe that's why i enjoy live shows so much. I love telling if they really mean what they sing. I adore it for everything that it is. Of all these few records I've collected, my most favorite would have to be How To Save A Life. I just identified with this album so much when I was 15. It was this elusive period of time in my life and I don't really want to talk about any of it. It's embarrassing hah. But that album did it for me in highschool. It got me through all the hard stuff that I didn't ever think would end. I have absolute respect for it. Every line is so good. Part of it is nostalgia but the other part is just that it's an amazing album. It's a record I would love having framed. It's beautiful. I can't think of anything more else to say. I'm listening to it on my turntable and God, it sounds fresh as the day I first heard it. I hope I can go to OK in June to see them. I am doing everything I can.