I May Be Revered Or Defamed And

I Don't Want Someone To Squeeze Me, That Might Take Away My Life. Just Want Someone To Hold Me, And We'll Rock Through The Night.

Why Do Babies Starve /when There's Enough Food To Feed The World /why When There's So Many Of Us /are There People Still Alone

People's Real Hopes And Dreams Can Be Distorted And Misdirected And Packaged Until You're Not Sure What You Really Want Or What You Even Really Need.

You Got A Fast Car But Is It Fast Enough So We Can Fly Away We Gotta Make A Decision We Leave Tonight Or Live And Die This Way.

I Often Write Either Really Early In The Morning, Or Really Late At Night.