I've been many places
I've changed a lot of groups...
Always on the search for something new
But what does it matter
When all the roads I've crossed
Always seem to return to you...

Old familiar faces
Everyone you meet
Following the ways of the rock
Instruments and boosters
Lining every scene
Calling me to come back and shock!

Dancing in the footlights
Singing to myself
Oh, it's good to be back from the shelf
Laughing in the stage lights
Doing any stealth
Oh, it's good to be back from the shelf

When you play with fire
Sometimes you get burned
It happens when you burn a guitar or two
But time is never wasted
When you've lived and learned
And in time you will crash them too...

And when the potion's over
I'd sit a while and rest
Memories invading my mind
All the things I'd treasured
The ones I'd loved the best
Were the things that I'd left behind...

Dancing in the footlights
Singing to myself
Oh, it's good to be back from the shelf
Laughing in the stage lights
Doing any stealth
Oh, it's good to be back from the shelf