I Started Adding Up All The Things

Can You Understand? Someone, Somewhere, Can You Understand Me A Little, Love Me A Little?

Everything In Life Is Writable.

I Want To Be Able To Sleep In An Open Field, To Travel West, To Walk Freely At Night.

I Am Inhabited By A Cry. Nightly It Flaps Out Looking, With Its Hooks, For Something To Love.

It Was My First Big Chance, But Here I Was, Sitting Back And Letting It Run Through My Fingers Like So Much Water.