I'm a walking cliche with my guitar
I want to get rich and be a star
There's only one hitch:

I'm getting too old

And this is not even

This is not even
This is not even rock & roll


I can act like a rebel or even worse:
pretend I'm a poet and sing some verse
Can't even fool myself when I'm alone


And this is not even
This is not even

This is not even rock & roll

The hawk above the highway knows my name

The rest stop mirrors multiply my face
Back & forth to infinity I go


And this is not even
This is not even
This is not even rock & roll