Let Me Go On Sleeping And I

The Joy Of Life Is Made Up Of Obscure And Seemingly Mundane Victories That Give Us Our Own Small Satisfactions.

I Have Been Both Praised And Criticized. The Criticism Stung, But The Praise Sometimes Bothered Me Even More. To Have Received Such Praise And Honors Has Always Been Puzzling To Me.

I'm Single But Interviewing.

The Piano Sounds Like A Carnival And The Microphone Smells Like A Beer. And They Sit At The Bar And Put Bread In My Jar And Say, Man, What Are You Doing Here?

There's Always A Place For The Angry Young Man With His Fist In The Air And His Head In The Sand. He's Never Been Able To Learn From Mistakes, He Can't Understand Why His Heart Always Breaks.