Love has become just a four-letter word. Love is one of the most overused, under-appreciated, misunderstood words.

Love seems more like a 7/11; a convenience store on the road of life, designed to provide satisfactory feelings without too much effort.

Love has become an all-encompassing term used to describe virtually any relationship we are in.

When did we stop believing in Love? We easily confuse the concept of Love with attraction. A good time in bed equates Love.

Actually, a good time in bed and remembering the name can be mistaken for Love. People live only to devise plans on how to seduce as many as possible.

We are not born bitter … Don’t listen … Don’t stop believing

Just a small town girl
Livin’ in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin’ anywhere
Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin’ anywhere

A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on, and on, and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin’ anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on, and on, and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlights, people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to the feelin’
Streetlights, people

Don’t stop believin’
Hold on
Streetlights, people

Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to the feelin’
Streetlights, people