A Lot Like You (Steve Hill) He had a problem with money He never could pay his bills I always thought it was funny He called me over the hill He had a problem with whiskey He had a problem with ‘caine But he was never a problem with me Yeah he’s a whole lot like you He never would surrender Kept an internal flame, burnin’ all the time Sometimes he’s softly remember Why he even played the game He’d laugh and he’d get wasted With all the boys in the band Loved too much, all that he tasted Yeah he’s a whole lot like you He kept imaginary lovers Wrapped around him like fur coats He knew how to push all my buttons In fact that’s what he like to do most I knew he had nasty habits But I always thought he’d maintain So hard to turn down the heat When you’re lost inside the flame Yeah he’s a whole lot like you