Eddie waited till he finished high school
He went to Hollywood, got a tattoo
He met a girl out there with a tattoo too
The future was wide open.
They moved into a place they both could afford
He found a nightclub he could work at the door
She had a guitar and she taught him some chords
The sky was the limit.
Into the great wide open, under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open, a rebel without a clue.
The papers said Ed always played from the heart
He got an agent and a roadie named Bart