Good Music Is Good Music, And Everything

Why Won't You Run In The Rain And Play, Let The Tears Splash All Over You?

I Say My Hell Is The Closet I'm Stuck Inside.

A Lot Of The Time, I Write A Lot Of Angry Stuff, But Then I Don't Want To Be A Finger-pointer - I'd Rather Be A Cheerleader Than A Judge. I Don't Want To Preach As If I'm In Some Position Of Righteousness, But I Do Want To Speak My Mind And Scream At The Clouds And Shout Out Of The Pit Of Hopelessness That I Sometimes Think The Human Race Is In.

Lying Under This Spell You Cast On Me Each Moment The More I Love You.

Oh, Man, Oh How I Wish I Didn't Smoke Or Drink To Reason With My Head.