Sometimes the lights all shining on me.
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same.
Living on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine.
All a friend can say is aint it a shame?
Truckin’, up to Buffalo. been thinkin’, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep trucking on.