I'm Not 20 Years Old Any More.

I'm A Child Of The Woods. I Have That Sort Of Sensibility.

Wealthy The Spirit That Knows Its Own Flight. Stealthy The Hunter Who Slays His Own Fright. Blessed The Traveler Who Journeys The Length Of The Light

I Wish I Was A Little More Gregarious And Outgoing

I Feel It Right Down In My Stomach When I'm In Touch With Something. I Don't Know What It Is.

We Drank A Toast To Innocence, We Drank A Toast To Now. And Tried To Reach Beyond The Emptiness, But Neither One Knew How.