(J. Jett/R. Byrd/F. Carillo). Twenty one and lost out on the street. You won't take nobody's sympathy. Back at home you reached for love. But you was turned away. Black and blue you cry most every night. You tell your friends that everything's all right. Hoping when you closed your eyes. It all will go away. (But with the music loud). (Your life gets better somehow). All right play that song again. All night and never let it end. You'll find something there for you. All right it can get you through. It's though there's someone trying to break you down. There's a million takers in this town. It's too hard when no one even wants to understand. Guitar coming from a radio. Always takes you where you wanna go. Somehow all your troubles always seem to fade away. (But with the music loud). (Your life gets better somehow). All right play that song again. All night and never let it end. You'll find something there for you. All right it can get you through. Guitar coming from a radio. Always takes you where you wanna go. (But with the music loud). (Your life gets better somehow). All right play that song again. All night and never let it end. You'll find something there for you. All right it can get you through. All right all night. All right all night.