You Win A While, And Then It’s

There Are A Few Things That Deal With Passion. There's Prozac.

All The Lousy Little Poets Coming Around Trying To Sound Like Charles Manson.

Everybody Knows That The Boat Is Leaking. Everybody Knows The Captain Lied. Everybody Got This Broken Feeling, Like Their Father Or Their Dog Just Died. Everybody Talking To Their Pockets. Everybody Wants A Box Of Chocolates And A Long-stem Rose. Everybody Knows.

A Woman Watches Her Body Uneasily, As Though It Were An Unreliable Ally In The Battle For Love.

And I Had Not Much Of A Voice. I Didn't Play That Great Guitar Either.