Your lips are my persuasion, your love will be my cure.

Red lights, green lights, stop and go jive. Headlines, deadlines, jamming your mind.

Take the road where the eagle flies, man follows where his fortune lies.

You just stroke me, stroke me.

You might think you see a lucky man who made the grade.

I'm older, wiser and richer, and I still have just as many headaches. It hasn't changed me drastically certainly, not in terms of relationships. The people I'm close to, and there aren't many of them, have been close for a long time. And we know each other well enough to know it isn't the quantity of time you spend together, it's the quality.