Man it's been a long time. I didn't have a truck, or a car. I was between getting wheels. Borrowed my Dad's yamaha to get to work. It was 1983 or 84. I didn't have a 2 cents to rub together. Lived in Round Rock and drove that yamaha in that traffic on Hwy 183 to work in Austin, then to class. I was usually feeling the night before in my head. It was hot and seemed like a party everyday. If it wasn't happening at the apartment, it was surely two stepping, Shiner drinkin, at Dallas night club.

The clouds, whiney voices I hear, and cold depressing weather's got me twisted. 

Everyone's got their deal I guess. I got mine. Guess you can run around all your life and never go anywhere.