Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.
I may be a living legend, but that sure don't help when I've got to change a flat tire.
I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.
I may be a living legend, but that sure don't help when I've got to change a flat tire.