The Right Woman Is The One You

Not Only Is Your Story Worth Telling, But It Can Be Told In Words So Painstakingly Eloquent That It Becomes A Song.

Time's Passage Through The Memory Is Like Molten Glass That Can Be Opaque Or Crystalize At Any Given Moment At Will: A Thousand Days Are Melted Into One Conversation, One Glance, One Hurt, And One Hurt Can Be Shattered And Sprinkled Over A Thousand Days. It Is Silent And Elusive, Refusing To Be Damned And Dripped Out Day By Day; It Swirls Through The Mind While An Entire Lifetime Can Ride Like Foam On The Deceptive, Transparent Waves And Get Sprayed Onto The Conciousness At Ragged, Unexpected Intervals.

They All Trying To Say Something With Music That You Can't Say With Plain Talk. There Ain't Really No Words For Love Or Pain. And The Way I See It, Only Fools Go Around Trying To Talk Their Love Or Talk Their Pain. So The Smart People Make Music And You Can Kinda Hear About It Without Them Saying Anything.

I Don't Believe That Life Is Supposed To Make You Feel Good, Or To Make You Feel Miserable Either. Life Is Just Supposed To Make You Feel.

Sometimes Being A Friend Means Mastering The Art Of Timing. There Is A Time For Silence. A Time To Let Go... And A Time To Prepare To Pick Up The Pieces When It's All Over.