The Radio Makes Hideous Sounds.

Upon Four-legged Forest Clouds The Cowboy Angel Rides

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 Was Never A Topical Songwriter.

If There's An Original Thought Out There, I Could Use One Right Now.

A Million Faces At My Feet But All I See Are Dark Eyes.