As I Stepped To The Stage To

You Breathed On Me And Made My Life A Richer One To Live, When I Was Deep In Poverty You Taught Me How To Give. Dried The Tears Up From My Dreams And Pulled Me From My Hole, Quenched My Thirst And Satisfied The Burning In My Soul.

There Are Those Who Worship Loneliness, I'm Not One Of Them In This Age Of Fiberglass I'm Searching For A Gem The Crystal Ball Up On The Wall Hasn't Shown Me Nothing Yet I've Paid The Price Of Solitude, But At Last I'm Out Of Debt

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging.

[bob Dylan] Was Rarely Tender And Seldom Reached Out To Anticipate Another's Needs.

Sometimes You Just Have To Bite Your Upper Lip And Put Sunglasses On.