You Have My Soul And I Have

Young Or Old, Good Or Bad, I Don't Think Anything Dies As Slow And As Hard As A Writer.

Those Faces You See Every Day On The Streets Were Not Created Entirely Without Hope: Be Kind To Them: Like You They Have Not Escaped.

How Can You Be True And Kind At The Same Time? How?

I Would Give Anything For A Female's Hand On Me Tonight. They Soften A Man And Then Leave Him Listening To The Rain.

I'll Get Back To The Whores And The Horses And The Booze, While There's Time.