The Course Of A Lifetime Runs/over And

Two Times Two Is Twenty-two, Four Times Four Is Forty-four. When Numbers Get Serious, They Leave A Mark On Your Door.

I'm Going To Graceland, For Reasons I Cannot Explain. There's Some Part Of Me Wants To See Graceland. And I May Be Advised To Defend Every Love, Every Ending, Or Maybe There's No Obligations Now. Maybe I've A Reason To Believe We All Will Be Received In Graceland.

I Have My Books And My Poetry To Protect Me; I Am Shielded In My Armor, Hiding In My Room, Safe Within My Womb. I Touch No One And No One Touches Me. I Am A Rock, I Am An Island.

I Want To Rid My Heart Of Envy, And Cleanse My Soul Of Rage Before I'm Through.

Losing Love Is Like A Window In Your Heart.