We All End In The Ocean. We

The Joy Of Life Is Made Up Of Obscure And Seemingly Mundane Victories That Give Us Our Own Small Satisfactions.

Someday We'll All Be Gone, But Lullabies Go On And On / They Never Die, That's How You And I Will Be

I Believe That All Important Matters Have To Be Settled Here, Not In The Clouds Somewhere After We Kick Off.

Slow Down You're Doing Fine You Can't Be Everything You Want To Be Before Your Time Although It's So Romantic On The Borderline Tonight Too Bad But It's The Life You Lead You're So Ahead Of Yourself That You Forfeit What You Need Though You Can See When You're Wrong

So You Play Your Albums And You Smoke Your Pot And You Meet Your Girlfriend In The Parking Lot Oh, But Still You're Aching For The Things You Haven't Got, What Went Wrong? And If You Can't Understand Why Your World Is So Dead And Why You've Got To Keep In Style And Feed Your Head Well, You're Twenty One And Still You Mother Makes Your Bed And That's Too Long.