My Name Had Gone Stale, And No

So Many Things I Would Have Done, But Clouds Got In My Way.

They Won't Give Peace A Chance, That's Just A Dream Some Of Us Had

Some Get The Gravy, Some Get The Gristle.

I Had Made All These Rules For Myself: I'm Not Writing Social Commentary, I'm Not Writing Love Songs.

I See The Entire World As Eden, And Every Time You Take An Inch Of It Away, You Must Do So With Respect.