I'm No Spring Chicken. The Same Arthritis

Foolish Heart, Hear Me Calling. Stop Before You Start Falling. Foolish Heart, Heed My Warning; You've Been Wrong Before. Don't Be Wrong Anymore.

No, Now He Didn't Want To Let Himself Get Too Close Because He Knew It Wasn't Going To Last. Good Stuff Never Lasted. Change Would Come And Wipe It Away, And What Was The Point? It Hurt Too Much Every Time It Was Ripped Away And He Was Getting Tired Of Losing Pieces Of Himself. Pretty Soon There Wouldn't Be Much Left, Just Scraps Of Gristle And Bone Without Feeling. He Didn't Need That

When They'd Been On The Run, With Death Maybe Lying In Wait Around Any Corner, They Had Never Been More Alive. When Each Day Might Be Your Last, It Made A Big Difference. You Couldn't Maintain That State Forever, Of Course; The Stress Would Eat You Alive, But Putting Yourself At Risk Did Bring Out Your Best-or Your Worst

A Whole Other Generation Is Coming Up To Me Now - Anywhere From 8 To 22 Years Old - Wanting Me To Sign Autographs. They Think Journey Was Awesome.

Teaching Is The Highest Art; Before The Doctor, There Was A Teacher.