I Was Suppose To Be A Jesuit

I Remember The Excruciating School Task Of Writing A Three-page Term Paper. But, Oh, That Feeling When I Was Done! I Think I Drive Myself For That Feeling Of Accomplishment.

There Will Always Be Those Who Feel More Comfortable Not Venturing From The Warmth Of The Hearth, But There Are Those Who Prefer To Look Out The Window And Wonder What Is Beyond The Horizon.

And I Wound Up In New Orleans For All Those Years And It Was A Great Place, Really A Catalyst Creatively.

I've Got A Caribbean Soul I Can Barely Control, And Some Texas Hidden Here In My Heart!

The Right Combination Of Guilt And Machismo Has Sent Many A Fool Out Into The Jungle When He Should Have Stayed Home.