Someday We'll All Be Gone, But Lullabies

We All End In The Ocean. We All Start In The Streams. We're All Carried Along, By The River Of Dreams.

I Was Drawn To Boxing Because I Got Beat Up As A Kid. I Was The Kid With The Piano Books In A New York Neighbourhood.

I'm Not Sure About Life After This; God Knows I'm Not A Spiritual Man.

For Whatever Reason, Not All People Are Born With The Particular Gift Of Being Able To Express Ourselves Through Music. And, Believe Me, It Is A Gift.

She Can Kill With A Smile. She Can Wound With Her Eyes. She Can Ruin Your Faith With Her Casual Lies. And She Only Reveals What She Wants You To See. She Hides Like A Child, But She's Always A Woman To Me.