Oh Lord, Are There Really People Starving

I'm Not Sure What I'm Trying To Say, It Could Be That I've Lost My Way.

Out Into The Cool Of The Evening Strolls The Pretender. He Knows That All His Hopes And Dreams Begin And End There.

The Idea That I Wrote Something That Stood For The Way I Feel About Things, And That It Lasts, That's Probably My Favorite Thing That I've Done.

I'm Glad That The Bush Years Are Behind Us

Somewhere Between The Time You Arrive And The Time You Go May Lie A Reason You Were Alive, But You'll Never Know.