Behind Every Beautiful Thing, There's Some Kind

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

Money Doesn't Talk, It Swears.

I Started Writing Songs After I Heard Hank Williams.

Fortune Or Fame, You Must Pick One Or The Other, Though Neither Of Them Are To Be What They Claim.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.