I can't see no old golden trees. Life is like a roller coaster. I can feel the death of the beast. Hope their down the back of my sofa. Feeling like a rolling stone. Playing the guitar on my own. And the apple of my eyes. If only I could keep myself sober. I remind myself why. Staring the wherever I go. Why would everybody give over. I'd wish I love to play PNL. If only I could keep myself sober. For more than a day