Ah, Grief Makes Us Precise!

I Always Felt I Was Scraping The Bottom Of The Barrel Trying To Get A Song Together.

It's True That All The Men You Knew Were Dealers Who Said They Were Through With Dealing Every Time You Gave Them Shelter. I Know That Kind Of Man It's Hard To Hold The Hand Of Anyone Who Is Reaching For The Sky Just To Surrender.

A Heavy Burden Lifted From My Soul, I Heard That Love Was Out Of My Control.

Growing Old Becomes Clear To You At A Certain Point. I Think It's After The Age Of 70 You Realize - You Begin To Actually Be Convinced - You're Growing Older.

Even Damnation Is Poisoned With Rainbows.