I Love The Process Of Being Alone

I Meet A Third Man He's An Old Man He Trips In The Street He Falls And I Help Him Up, Walk Him To The Curb. He Shakes My Hand Says Keep The Faith, Young Man. I Ask Him What He Means, He Says Keep Running And Don't Let Them Catch You.

Sometimes I Really Want To Believe In God. I Really Admire, In A Lot Of Ways, People Who Have Faith. I Think It Must Be A Beautiful Thing To Believe.

He Pulled Out Turned West And Started Driving Towards The Glow It Was Thousands Of Miles Away, He Started Driving Towards The Glow.

She Is Sitting On Frozen Ground Wrapped In A Blanket, Her Pale Skin Shining. She Smiles And She Stands And Without Words, She Steps Forward, Opens The Blanket, Envelops Me Within It And Within Her And Within Myself. She Kisses My Cheek, The One Not Torn, She Wraps Me And She Holds Me. Her Arms Are Thin But Strong. She Whispers In My Ear, "i'm Glad You're Here.

I Just Think It's A Great World To Tell Stories In, To Tell Cool Stories: Money, Sex, Fame, And Scandal. Those Are Great Subject Matters To Work With.