One Man Gathers What Another Man Spills

...if You Get Confused, Just Listen To The Music Play.

But I Would Rather Be With You, Somewhere In San Francisco On A Back Porch In July, Just Looking Up To Heaven, At This Crescent In The Sky

Without Love In A Dream It Will Never Come True

Sometimes We Live No Particular Way But Our Own

Poised For Flight, Wings Spread Bright, Spring From Night Into The Sun.