Do What's Good For You Or You're

So You Play Your Albums And You Smoke Your Pot And You Meet Your Girlfriend In The Parking Lot Oh, But Still You're Aching For The Things You Haven't Got, What Went Wrong? And If You Can't Understand Why Your World Is So Dead And Why You've Got To Keep In Style And Feed Your Head Well, You're Twenty One And Still You Mother Makes Your Bed And That's Too Long.

In Every Heart There Is A Room, A Sanctuary Safe And Strong, To Heal The Wounds From Lovers Past, Until A New One Comes Along

I'm Writing For The Sake Of Writing Music. Whether It Gets Heard Or Not Isn't An Issue For Me. It Keeps My Own Juices Going And My Mind Active.

I May Be An Antique Like The Stones, But Antiques Are Valuable.

They Say That These Are Not The Best Of Times, But They're The Only Times I've Ever Known. And I Believe There Is A Time For Meditation In Cathedrals Of Our Own. Now I Have Seen That Sad Surrender In My Lovers Eyes...and I Can Only Stand Apart And Sympathize...for We Are Only What Our Situations Hand Us...it's Either Sadness Or Euphoria.