Rest And Be Kind, You Don't Have

Somewhere Along The Line I Knew There'd Be Girls, Visions, Everything; Somewhere Along The Line The Pearl Would Be Handed To Me.

To The Children And The Innocent It's All The Same.

Cliches Are Truisms And All Truisms Are True

The Cowboy Music Twanged In The Roadhouse And Carried Across The Fields, All Sadness. It Was All Right With Me. I Kissed My Baby And We Put Out The Lights.

One Day I Will Find The Right Words, And They Will Be Simple.