Mama, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

And I Must Be What I Must Be And Face Tomorrow.

Somewhere In A Burst Of Glory / Sound Becomes A Song.

The Death Penalty Is Reserved For People Who Do Not

Time It Was And What A Time It Was, It Was A Time Of Innocence A Time Of Confidences Long Ago It Must Be I Have A Photograph Preserve Your Memories They're All That's Left You

Music Is Forever; Music Should Grow And Mature With You, Following You Right On Up Until You Die.