I Set My Monkey On The Log,

I'm Looking For A Woman Who's Head Is Mixed Up Like Mine.

Gates Appeal To Me Because Of The Negative Space They Allow. They Can Be Closed But At The Same Time They Allow The Seasons And Breezes To Enter And Flow. They Can Shut You Out Or Shut You In. And In Some Ways There Is No Difference.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down.. Before You Can Call Him A Man.

The Only Person You Have To Think About Lying Twice To Is Either Yourself Or To God. The Press Isn't Either Of Them. And I Just Figured They're Irrelevant.