The blone in the bleachers, whe flips her hair for you
Above the loud speakers, you start to fall
She follows you home but you miss living alone
You can still hear sweet mysteries calling you
The bands and the roadies, lovin' 'em and leaving them
It's a pleasure to try 'em, it's trouble to keep 'em

'Cause it seems like you've got to give up such a piece of your soul
When you give up the chase
Feelin' it hot and cold, you're in rock 'n roll
It's the nature of the race
It's the unknown child, so sweet and wild
It's youth, it's too good to waste

She tapes her regrets to the microphone stand
She says you can't hold the hand of a rock 'n roll man
Very long
Or count on your plans with the rock 'n roll man
Very long
Compete with the fans for your rock 'n roll man
For very long
The girls and the bands and the rock 'n roll man


You never know when you're iPod is going to come in useful!
Weather's fine in Tampa, about 70 degrees and overcast. Too bad work isn't a vacation.
Say hi to everyone for me.