Music Makes Me High On Stage, And

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.

As You Well Know, You Just Can't Believe Everything You See And Hear, Can You?

We Have Time, There's No Big Rush.

Is This Love, Baby, Or Is This Just Confusion?

Be Respected As Being New, And Probably A Decent Change Or A Help For The Human Race Or Whatever, Instead Of Keep Carrying The Same Old Burdens Around With You.