It Was Quite A Shot In The

The Meanings Get Lost And The Teachings Get Tossed And You Don't Know What You're Going To Do Next.

He Earned His Love Through Discipline, A Thundering Velvet Hand, His Gentle Means Of Sculpting Souls Took Me Years To Understand.

The Outlet For My Sorrow, That I Do Feel Deeply, And The Pain, Is The Songs. That's Where It Goes.

There's A Heaven On Earth That So Few Ever Find, Though The Map's In Your Soul And The Road's In Your Mind

People Who Listen To My Records Expect The Ballads From Me. The Rock 'n Roll Is On There Because It's Another Mode Of Expression.