Much Of Songwriting Is Simply A Mystery.

Someone Could Walk Into This Room And Say Your Life Is On Fire.

In The Clearing Stands The Boxer, And A Fighter By His Trade. And He Carries A Reminder Of Every Glove That Laid Him Down... Or Cut Him Till He Cried Out In His Anger And His Shame "i Am Leaving! I Am Leaving" But The Fighter Still Remains.

And A Rock Feels No Pain; And An Island Never Cries.

The Course Of A Lifetime Runs/over And Over Again

All Lies And Jests, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest.