I Am As Constant As A Northern

And The Seasons They Go 'round And 'round And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind From Where We Came And Go Round And Round And Round In The Circle Game.

My Name Had Gone Stale, And No Matter How Progressive I Got, It Was My Time To Die.

When You're Trying To Pass On The Best Of The Stuff You're Culling To What Should Be A Hungry Culture But You Have It Diminished... That's Kind Of Disappointing.

I'm A Painter First, And A Musician Second.

Something's Lost, But Something's Gained, In Living Everyday.