America Is So Caught Up In This

My Mother Would Only Let Us Go To The Musicals.

[on Helen Reddy:] She Ought To Be Arrested For Loitering In Front Of An Orchestra.

Sometimes, When I Wake Up, My Soul Is In Another City!

From A Distance The World Looks Blue And Green, And The Snow-capped Mountains White. From A Distance The Ocean Meets The Stream, And The Eagle Takes To Flight. From A Distance, There Is Harmony, And It Echoes Through The Land. It's The Voice Of Hope, It's The Voice Of Peace, It's The Voice Of Every Man

I'm So Glad To Be Back In New York. Los Angeles Can Be So Cold, So Cruel After You've Been-what's The Word?-oh Yes: 'fired.'