You know your favorite old pair of shoes
The ones with the hole in the toe you won’t lose
Your favorite record that’s all scratched and used
But still you love to play when your feeling blue
That faded rose that’s all dried out
Those Bukowski poems we couldn’t live without
Your high school pic when you had wild hair
That stormy day on the beach that got us here
Oh, you better believe there’s just one thing you need
Can’t you see…
Bon Jovi