I Like To Look At The Songs

When A Single Mom Goes Out On A Date With Somebody New. It Always Winds Up Feeling More Like A Job Interview.

She's A Yellow Pair Of Running Shoes, A Holey Pair Of Jeans. She Looks Great In Cheap Sunglasses, She Looks Great In Anything. She's, "i Want A Piece Of Chocolate Cake; Take Me To A Movie." She's A, "i Can't Find A Thing To Wear." Now And Then She's Moody. She's A Saturn With A Sunroof With Her Brown Hair Blowing. She's A Warm Conversation I Wouldn't Miss For Nothing. She's A Fighter When She's Mad And She's A Lover When She's Lovin'.

When Every Memory Has Been Made And The Pages Start To Fade. And Every Prayer You Ever Prayed Is Heaven Bound. When You Think The Ride Is Over, You're Back At The Beginning. Love Is Never-ending.

I Love Any And All Situations Where You Celebrate Creativity.

Willie Nelson, Out There 200 Days A Year, Calls His Band Family. And It Is.