Jackson Browne For A Dancer

STORY OF A LIFE(MINE).ALWAYS " RUNNING ON EMPTY", NEVER FINDING WHAT EVER I THOUGHT WAS IMPORTANT FOR ME TO BE TOTALLY HAPPY. " EVERYONE I KNEW", THEY'RE GONE, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER. OLD FLAMES R EXTINGUISHED, UNACCESABLE, UNABLE TO BE FOUND,; & SLOWLY I'M GOING BLIND FROM BLASTING THE SOUND OF A LIFE'S TRACKS NOW ON THE ROCKS, A TRAIN WRECK AT THE BOTTOM OF A CALIFORNIA RAVINE.(ONE THING I KNEW: ALWAYS LOVED BOTH OF YOU, TOTALLY, AS EACH WAS/IS SO VASTLY DIFFERENT. WISH I COULD HAVE GIVEN MORE; BUT THAT'S THE WAY I WAS BUILT, LOYAL TO A FAULT, DEDICATED, & A TOTAL MESS. BUT, MAN CAN I TOOT MY SWEET HORN, WHOM ALWAYS LOVES ME BACK.)