I Don't Write The Songs; I Just

Yes, And Only If My Own True Love Was Waiting If I Could Hear His Heart Softly Pounding Yes, And Only If He Was Lying By Me Would I Lie In My Bed Once Again.

In Writing Songs, I've Learned As Much From Cezanne As I Have From Woody Guthrie.

I Hate Myself For Loving You And The Weakness That It Showed. You Were Just A Painted Face On A Trip Down To Suicide Road.

Heard Ten Thousand Whispering And Nobody Listening. Heard One Person Starve, I Heard Many People Laughing. Heard The Song Of A Poet Who Died In The Gutter.

Don't Put My Faith In Nobody, Not Even A Scientist.