The National Bank At Profit Sells Road

Sundown, Yellow Moon, I Replay The Past I Know Every Scene By Heart, They All Went By So Fast

How Many Times Have You Heard Someone Say If I Had His Money I'd Do Things My Way Hmm, But Little They Know Hmm, It's So Hard To Find One Rich Man In Ten With A Satisfied Mind.

The Drunken Politician Leaps Upon The Street Where Mothers Weep, And The Saviors Who Are Fast Asleep, They Wait For You.

Everybody Has Their Own Idea Of What's A Poet. Robert Frost, President Johnson, T.s.eliot, Rudolf Valentino - They're All Poets. I Like To Think Of Myself As The One Who Carries The Light Bulb.

My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands Can't Feel To Grip, My Toes To Numb To Step, Wait Only For My Boot Heels To Be Wandering.