I Wonder Who I Left Behind On

The Only Way To Cuba Is With The Cia.

You Can Do Right Or You Can Do What You Are Told. And The Prize Of The Victory Will Belong To The Bold.

I Wonder Who I Left Behind On The Other Side Of Fame.

Beneath The Greatest Love Lies A Hurricane Of Hate.

The Fortunes Of The Entire World May Well Ride On The Ability Of Young Americans To Face The Responsibilities Of An Old America Gone Mad.