I Don't Need Time, I Need A

Gray Skies Are Just Clouds Passing Over.

What Does Music Mean To You? What Would You Do Without Music?

New York Is A Place Where The Rich Walk, The Poor Drive Cadillacs, And Beggars Die Of Malnutrition With Thousands Of Dollars Hidden In Their Mattresses.

Tomorrow Is In The Wings Waiting For You To Sound Her Entrance Fanfare.

Love Is Indescribable And Unconditional. I Could Tell You A Thousand Things That It Is Not, But Not One That It Is. Either You Have It Or You Haven't; There's No Proof Of It.