In This Age Of Fiberglass, I'm Searching

You Need Something To Open Up A New Door, To Show You Something You Seen Before But Overlooked A Hundred Times Or More

The Songs Are My Lexicon. I Believe The Songs.

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

I Gave Her My Heart But She Wanted My Soul.

I Realize I Don't Do A Very Good Job In Keeping Up To Date, But I Try To.