The Leaves That Are Green Turn To

Somewhere In A Burst Of Glory / Sound Becomes A Song.

Time It Was And What A Time It Was, It Was A Time Of Innocence A Time Of Confidences Long Ago It Must Be I Have A Photograph Preserve Your Memories They're All That's Left You

I Like Them All. They're All Pictures Of Me When I Wrote Them. I Have No Favorite Songs.

Someone Told Me It's All Happening At The Zoo.

I Am Just A Poor Boy, Though My Story's Seldom Told, And I Have Squandered My Resistance, For A Pocket Full Of Mumbles, Such Are Promises. All Lies In Jest, Still A Man Hears What He Wants To Hear And Disregards The Rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...