I Get The Urge For Going/but I

Love Is Touching Souls.

There Was This Mountain Village In Russia Where My Music Was Getting In On Some German Radio Station. I Remember This Because Music Used To Get Up To Saskatchewan From Texas. Late At Night After The Local Station Closed Down.

Something's Lost, But Something's Gained, In Living Everyday.

I'm A Little Young For Retirement.

The Hollywood Sirens Are Shrieking, While Down Some Search Lit Alley Runs Some Lost Belief.