Playing The Drums Hurts My Back.

It's An Inside Job To Learn About Forgiving, It's An Inside Job To Hang On To The Joy Of Living.

Don't Look Back, You Can Never Look Back

O' Beautiful For Spacious Skies But Now Those Skies Are Threatening They're Beating Plowshares Into Swords For This Tired Old Man That We Elected King Armchair Warriors Often Fail And We've Been Poisoned By These Fairy Tales The Lawyers Clean Up All Details Since Daddy Had To Lie But I Know A Place Where We Can Go And Wash Away This Sin We'll Sit And Watch The Clouds Roll By And The Tall Grass Wave In The Wind Just Lay Your Head Back On The Ground And Let Your Hair Spill All Around Me Offer Up Your Best Defence But This Is The End This Is The End Of The Innocence

I Could Have Played More Complex Stuff. I Could Have Been A Busier Player. But That's Not What I Wanted To Do. I Played What I Wanted To Play.

I'm Always Jotting Things Down On Pieces Of Paper. I've Got Pieces Of Paper All Over My House.