Times have changed and times are strange, here I come but I ain't the same, I have become comfortably numb, summer has come and gone, well it only gets to about 110 at its hottest so its not that hot anymore, am sick and tired of being sick and tired, I've traveled down some dusty roads, slept out in the rain I've stumbled and I fell, back of my neck getting dirt and gritty. I can't fight this feeling any longer and yet I'm still afraid to let it flow and now I'm coming home to you again I hope you feel the same, by the way I called to say I'd be there, waiting to go home to Dixie. OK so really I didn't I just wanted to put that song in there, I haven't been able to call home lately so rock me mama like wagon wheel. I don't even know what that means. Wow, this is a lot harder without a love story, not that I couldn't tell one, right now I have seven women on my mind. Hey oh listen what I say oh, my my, hey hey Rock'n Roll is here to stay til we couldn't take no more of that Rock and Roll so we put on a little George Jones and just sang along. Ok that one was really bad. I can't think of anything much clearly Iraq has drained what very little creativity I had which wasn't much to begin with.