.It's four in the afternoon
I'm on a flight leaving L.A.
Trying to think about my life
My youth scattered along the highway
Hotel rooms and headlines
I've made a living with a song
Just a guitar as my companion
Wanting desperately to belong
Fame is filled wit.
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