Lone man, yeah. There's no yawning, man, here.
There's no sugarcane. No relaxing in the living room. No wonderland. No diggin' up old memories.
No instruments. No sitting down for a cold one. And how about it, man?
He was someone you'd run up to. You can't just walk up to, you gotta swim it, you gotta swim it. The hard working wall. There's no Hollywood. No dinner tonight. And if you worked just as hard as him, you would see the same light. Take time to lay tonight, I'd give it all away I made for you, and you didn't even know it. No sugar for him, tonight. And he's not tired at all.