We Got On American Bandstand, Where Kids

People Often Called Us Perfectionists, But We Were Not Looking For Perfection. We Were Looking For Some Kind Of Magic In The Music.

And A Rock Feels No Pain; And An Island Never Cries.

We Had Many More Points Of Agreement Than We Had Points Of Difference, But We Did Differ, And The Bigger We Got, The More Insistent We Got That Each One Of Us Should Have His Way.

Time, Time, Time, See What's Become Of Me, While I Looked Around, For My Possibilities; I Was So Hard To Please

Mama, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.