There's No Room In My Life For

If You Don't Like My Fire, Then Don't Come Around. Cause I'm Gonna Burn One Down.

My Choice Is What I Choose To Be.

Forever Always Seems To Be Around When It Begins, But Forever Never Seems To Be Around When It Ends

Sometimes I Feel I Know Strangers Better Than I Know My Friends Why Must A Beginning Be The Means To An End? The Stones From My Enemies These Wounds Will Mend But I Cannot Survive The Roses From My Friends.

Now I Love To Feel That Warm Southern Rain, Just To Hear It Fall Is The Sweetest Sounding Thing. And To See It Fall On Your Simple Country Dress It's Like Heaven To Me I Must Confess.