Hide It In A Hiding Place Where

The Risk Of Failure Is Part Of The Fun Of What I Do.

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

There Must Be 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.

Time It Was And What A Time It Was, It Was A Time Of Innocence A Time Of Confidences Long Ago It Must Be I Have A Photograph Preserve Your Memories They're All That's Left You

And I Must Be What I Must Be And Face Tomorrow.