I Don't Know Where I'm Running Now,

So I Had A Couple Of Years Of Playing Trumpet. I Really Enjoyed It, But It Was Not The Kind Of Instrument You Could Whip Out At A Party. Let's Face It.

Don't Confront Me With My Failures, I Had Not Forgotten Them.

You Measure Peace With Guns, Progress In Megatons. Who's Left When The War Is Won?

Where The Search For The Truth Is Conducted With A Wink And A Nod And Where Power And Position Are Equated With The Grace Of God These Times Are Famine For The Soul While For The Senses It's A Feast From The Edge Of My Country, As Far As You See, Looking East

I Never Was A Very Good Singer.