In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations,

Everyone Of Them Words Rang True And Glowed Like Burning Coal, Pouring Off Every Page Like It Was Written In My Soul From Me To You.

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

May God Bless And Keep You Always, May Your Wishes All Come True, May You Always Do For Others And Let Others Do For You. May You Build A Ladder To The Stars And Climb On Every Rung, May You Stay Forever Young.

And I'll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singing

Some People Are Called To Be A Good Sailor. Some People Have A Calling To Be A Good Tiller Of The Land. Some People Are Called To Be A Good Friend. You Have To Be The Best At Whatever You Are Called At. Whatever You Do. You Ought To Be The Best At It – Highly Skilled. It's About Confidence, Not Arrogance. You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.