I Don't Think There's Enough Guns.

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

In The Dime Stores And Bus Stations
 People Talk Of Situations
 Read Books, Repeat Quotations
 Draw Conclusions On The Wall
 Some Speak Of The Future
 My Love She Speaks Softly
 She Knows There’s No Success Like Failure
 And That Failure’s No Success At All -bob Dylan, “love Minus Zero / No Limit” (1965)

There Doesn't Seem To Be Any Tomorrow. Every Time I Wake Up, No Matter In What Position, It's Always Been Today.

The Highlight Of My Career? That's Easy, Elvis Recording One Of My Songs.

The Future For Me Is Already A Thing Of The Past - You Were My First Love And You Will Be My Last