I Don't Think There's Enough Guns.

Situations Have Ended Sad, Relationships Have All Been Bad.

The First Thing I Know, I'm In A Card Game. Then I'm In A Crap Game.

Lay Down The Song You Strum, And Rest Yourself 'neath The Strength Of Strings No Voice Can Hope To Hum.

The One Who Is Not Being Born Is Dying.

I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making The Music I'm Making In My Head, So I'll Have To Do It Myself.