Those Of Us With Ravaged Faces, Lacking

Dreams Were All They Gave For Free To Ugly Duckling Girls Like Me.

Truth Is Not The Enemy And Whatever Does Not Kill Us, Sets Us Free.

Those Of Us With Ravaged Faces, Lacking In The Social Graces, Desperately Remained At Home, Inventing Lovers On The Phone.

At The End Of The Day, All You Can Hope For Is To Go On. The Older I Get, The More I Realize That Just Keeping On Keeping On Is What Life's All About.

I Played For Anybody And Everybody From The Time I Started Playing Guitar, When I Was 10 Or 11.