I'm Not Easy To Live With And

Selling Eight Million Copies Of Your First Album Will Mess You Up.

How Can Love Survive In Such A Graceless Age? The Trust And Self Assurance That Lead To Happiness, They're The Very Things We Kill.

Nobody On The Road. Nobody On The Beach. I Feel It In The Air, The Summer's Out Of Reach.

For Every Moment Of Joy Every Hour Of Fear For Every Winding Road That Brought Me Here For Every Breath, For Every Day Of Living This Is My Thanksgiving

The More I Know, The Less I Understand