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I Kind Of Like That Romantic Image Of Being In A Rocker With My Family Gathered Around, All These Generations In One Room, Listening Intently To My Stories.

I'm Not Wearing A Golden Sombrero.

I'm Tired Of Ignoring That I March To A Different Beat.

Just Tell The Truth And You're Home Free. If There Are Amends To Be Made, You Make Them. You Own It And Move On.

I Still Don't Have All The Answers. I'm More Interested In What I Can Do Next Than What I Did Last.