It Was A Pretty Good Year For

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.

I've Been Trying To Get Down To The Heart Of The Matter But My Will Gets Weak And My Thoughts Seem To Scatter But I Think It's About Forgiveness... Forgiveness, Even If You Don't Love Me Anymore.

My Creative Life Is A Constant Struggle To Achieve A Balance Between Letting Things Flow In And Letting Things Flow Out.

The Eagles And The Critics Were Not The Best Of Friends.

I Remember A Time When Things Were A Lot More Fun Around Here, When Good Was Good And Evil Was Evil, Before Things Got Fuzzy.