Miles to go before i get this right.
I typed for hours now, smoke fills my eyes.
I've lost myself in these words about

untraveled roads and drunken smiles.

1983 has been my year.

Angels die like you and me,
that's what I learned.
I am through with this.

It hurts my eyes.
I wanna be original tonight.


So if you found the one to trust.
Save her now before it's too late.
I found someone with whom I spent

all night, so tight.

I know that I'm addicted to the one I love.

I love her more than this, more than anything.
I guess she's crazy to think I'm not.
I wanna write songs for her to see her smile.