Like Family, We Are Tied To Each

So You Play Your Albums And You Smoke Your Pot And You Meet Your Girlfriend In The Parking Lot Oh, But Still You're Aching For The Things You Haven't Got, What Went Wrong? And If You Can't Understand Why Your World Is So Dead And Why You've Got To Keep In Style And Feed Your Head Well, You're Twenty One And Still You Mother Makes Your Bed And That's Too Long.

Streetlife Serenader Never Sang On Stages, Needs No Orchestration, Melody Comes Easy, Need No Vast Arrangement To Do Their Harmonizing.

They Say There's A Heaven For Those Who Wait, Some Say It's Better I Say It Ain't.

They Say That These Are Not The Best Of Times, But They're The Only Times I've Ever Known. And I Believe There Is A Time For Meditation In Cathedrals Of Our Own. Now I Have Seen That Sad Surrender In My Lovers Eyes...and I Can Only Stand Apart And Sympathize...for We Are Only What Our Situations Hand Us...it's Either Sadness Or Euphoria.

Usually When I'm Writing, I Try To Write Fairly Quickly. If A Song Sits Around Too Long, It Starts To Take On A Stink. Most Of My Songs Are Written In One Sitting, Two Sittings Maybe. Those Are The Ones I Like The Best, Anyway.