I'm Never Sure Why I Do Anything,

There Are No Letters In The Mailbox And There Are No Grapes Upon The Vine And There Are No Chocolates In Your Boxes Anymore And There Are No Diamonds In The Mine

He Knew That Hair Couldn't Feel; He Kissed Her Hair.

You Are Locked Into Your Suffering And Your Pleasures Are The Seal.

We Used To Play Music For Fun. Much More Than Now. Now Nobody Picks Up A Guitar Unless They're Paid For It.

Don't Dwell On What Has Passed Away Or What Is Yet To Be.