By The Time I Was 12 Or

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

Although I Was Able To Study Music With Teachers, I Never Studied Lyric Writing. I Read Poetry, And I Read Other Lyricists. But They Were Never Writing In The Style Or The Form That I Was Interested In.

Nor Is It Strange That After Changes Upon Changes, We Are More Or Less The Same

Kodachrome, It Gives Us Those Nice Bright Colors Gives Us The Greens Of Summers Makes You Think All The World's A Sunny Day, Oh Yeah! I Got A Nikon Camera, I Love To Take A Photograph So Momma, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

Anybody Can Do Bad Work, But Not Everybody Does Good Work.