With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride Married to a dream with a mistress named music I still remember Miss Bessie singing Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys Just five years old,

Music and lines Rhythm and melodies So many nights So many memories But nothing's ever stopped (Take us to the top) (But nothing's ever stopped) So many times we rise and fall