I Think I Would Go Further Into

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.

Sorrow Is So Easy To Express And Yet So Hard To Tell.

You Can Give Me 400,000 Hostile People And I Won't Even Break Sweat. If You Give Me 200 Adoring People, My Mouth Will Dry Out.

Ira Gershwin, Shame On Him. I Mean, Some Of The Writing.