I saw you in a mega record store framed in a convex glass mirror on top of the wall where you checked out the weekly magazines, while I stood there fighting with a cracking smile, 'cause I knew who would be. Well, I may have been out of focus, I may have been caugh up in a jam. Yes I may have been out of answers, I may have tried to tell you what I am. Straight forever. I know you recall it as a mess, but neither were you caring much for nothing else than kicks and high-lights I guess. No you always thought of it as a laugh when time went out to run from dues and mess around, and to go losing one's head. One could find a job in the paper that pays enough to be around. Maybe cut off the major high- tops and get deepest downs. Straight forever. Yes one could find a job in the paper, and that ain't all that I could do. I could clean up the royal messes, and if it wouldn't be enough for you. I'll go straight forever. Straight forever with no trouble at all. Straight forever. No trouble at all.