There's A Little Bit Of Fruitcake Left

I Know I Should Be Leaving This Climate, I've Got A Verse, But Can't Rhyme It.

Quitting Doesn't Enter My Mind.

Love Is A Wave Building To A Crescendo. Ride If You Will, Ride It With Me.

The Weather Is Here Wish You Were Beautiful.

Wasting Away Again In Margaritaville, Searching For My Lost Shaker Of Salt.