Every friend that I talk to on the phone. Every stranger who comes up and thanks me for the music. Every walk around the block with my lovely Jamaica. Each and every squabble that ends with love and affection. Do the memories just keep getting better and sweeter?
I've cleared room in my heart for the new memories. I gotta tell you, I've never heard prettier songs; never seen grander sunsets.
If you've got love to spare, somebody out there needs it. If you're lucky enough to have the rock'n'roll running through your veins, somebody out there is waiting to dance.