The Only Sound That's Left After The

Sold My Guitar To The Baker's Son For A Few Crumbs And A Place To Hide.

You Have To Know That You're The Best Whether Anybody Else Tells You That Or Not. And That You'll Be Around, In One Way Or Another, Longer Than Anybody Else. Somewhere Inside Of You, You Have To Believe That.

And I’ll Tell It And Think It And Speak It And Breathe It And Reflect It From The Mountain So All Souls Can See It Then I’ll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinkin’ But I’ll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singin

What Kind Of Alchemy Could Create A Perfume That Would Make A Reaction To A Person Lukewarm, Indifferent And Apathetic?if Such A Scent Could Be Made I'd Like Some.

Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.