Born on the darkest night
When the moon
Is just a reflection of
A silver spoon
Picked up his first guitar at two
And started a new life
He was the young and restless breed
Straight to the coast
Speeding endlessly
Thought he could take
All his eyes could see
He's down on the street
Shot in a crossfire
Tryin' to reach a little higher
Shoulda left it way behind ya
That ain't no way to survive
Makin' music all night
Sleepin' it off all day
And soon all the town
Came to hear him play
He leapt up on stage
Slowly began to sway
Overnight sensation
Fleeing madly, he slipped
In his black limousine
"Take me back to the party,
Won't you, driver, please?
'Cause life is too short
To live in misery
I'll just take some of these."
Shot in a crossfire
Tryin' to reach a little higher
Shoulda left it way behind ya
That ain't no way to survive
By the time he arrived
He was long overdue
The party was over
The playin' was all through
Picked up his last guitar at twenty-two
And started a new life
Shot in a crossfire
Tryin' to reach a little higher
Shoulda left it way behind ya
That ain't no way to survive
Shot in a crossfire
Shoulda aimed a little higher
Lost to a child's desires
That ain't no way to survive
He made that music
Lord, let him put it down
He's talkin' to me