I Was Heading Off To My New

There's A Kind Of Radar That You Get, After Years Of Being Talked About And Made Fun Of By Other People. You Can Almost Smell It When It's About To Happen, Can Recognize Instantly The Sound Of A Hushed Voice, Lowered Just Enough To Make Whatever Is Said Okay. I Had Only Been In Colby For A Few Weeks. But I Had Not Forgotten.

Funny How A Beautiful Song Could Tell Such A Sad Story

This Lullaby Is Only A Few Words, A Simple Run Of Chords, Quiet Here In This Spare Room, But You Can Hear It, Hear It, Wherever You May Go, Even If I Let You Down, This Lullaby Plays On.

It's Okay To Accept Things From People. It Doesn't Make You Weak Or Helpless.

Like Life Isn't Complicated Enough. You Should At Least Be Able To Follow The Signs.