I Wanted To Pay Tribute To My

As We Hang Beneath The Heavens, And We Hover Over Hell, Our Hearts Become The Instruments We Learn To Play So Well.

I Love To Rock 'n Roll. But My Finest Suit, Of All The Things I Do, Is As A Songwriter.

Through The Years As The Fire Starts To Mellow, Burning Lines In The Book Of Our Lives. Though The Binding Cracks And The Pages Start To Yellow, I'll Be In Love With You.

The Outlet For My Sorrow, That I Do Feel Deeply, And The Pain, Is The Songs. That's Where It Goes.

I Had Gone Full-on Folkie; I'd Had It With Bands.