Brezhnev mentioned me when I was really wasted,
or was it the corduroy suit and something that I tasted.
Sweet sense of being all my childhood memories.
I enjoy the time my dear.
Something on the rocks to rest on my knee.
My sly grin and Micks eyes rolling.
Where you been? Stranger where you goin?
Something on the rocks to rest on my knee.
Two little kids hiding on the stage.
Grandpas going to find them.
And I can breathe. God loves me I can breathe.
God loves me I can breathe the music.
God isn’t she beautiful and I’ve added something there.
Once I was falling all over her once I made it off the stage.
Something on the Rocks to rest on my knee,
and God what she has added to me.
September 