I Think Music In Itself Is Healing.

As Long As There Are Memories, Yesterday Remains. As Long As There Is Hope, Tomorrow Awaits. As Long As There Is Friendship, Today Is Beautiful.

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'

She's Got A Smile That Heals Me.

I Had A Melody And A Rhythm And Chords, But Nothing To Talk About. I Remember Reading About How The Decline Of The Steel Industry Had Been Affecting The Lehigh Valley, And I Decided That's What I Was Going To Write The Song About.

Forced To Recognize Our Inhumanity, Our Reason Coexists With Our Insanity. And Though We Choose Between Reality And Madness, It's Either Sadness Or Euphoria.