Nobody On The Road. Nobody On The

I Was Flying Back From Lubbock And I Saw Jesus On The Plane, Or Maybe It Was Elvis. You Know, They Kind Of Look The Same.

If Dirt Were Dollars, I Wouldn't Have To Worry Anymore.

The More I Know, The Less I Understand

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More? I'm Learning To Live Without You Now But I Miss You Sometimes The More I Know, The Less I Understand All The Things I Thought I Knew, I'm Learning Again

I Said, Baby, Do You Have No Shame? She Just Looked At Me, Uncomprehendingly, Like Cows At A Passing Train.