If 6 Turned Out To Be 9,

I Guess It Would Be If I Wanted To, Just Lay Back And Predominantly Write Songs When I Can't Go On A Stage Anymore.

The Time I Burned My Guitar It Was Like A Sacrifice. You Sacrifice The Things You Love. I Love My Guitar.

Anyway, You Know Good And Well It Would Be Beyond The Will Of God, And The Grace Of The King

Music Is A Safe Type Of High. It's More The Way It Was Supposed To Be. That's Where Highness Came, I Guess, From Anyway. It's Nothing But Rhythm And Motion.

Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past? And With Its Crutch, Its Old Age, And Its Wisdom, It Whispers No This Will Be The Last.