Sometimes I Wonder What It's Gonna Take

Fame It's Like... When You Look Through A Window, Say You Pass A Little Pub, Or An Inn. You Look Through The Window And You See People Talking And Carrying On. You,can Watch Outside The Window And See Them All Being Very Real With Each Other. But When You Walk Into The Room, It's Over. I Don't Pay Any Attention To It.

I'm In Love With My Second Cousin.

One Was Texas Medicine, The Other Was Just Railroad Gin, And Like A Fool I Mixed Them.

When You Cease To Exist, Then Who Will You Blame?

Good And Bad, I Define These Terms, Quite Clear, No Doubt, Somehow.