You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.
No matter how long you play the guitar, there's always something else to learn.
You believe what you want to believe. You see, you don't have to live like a refugee.
Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some. Tell me, why you want to lay there, revel in your abandon?
