Tonight I Just Need My Guitar.

Well, I'm Still Here. Didn't Have To Go To Rehab, And I'm Not Broke.

Yes, I Am A Pirate, Two Hundred Years To Late. Cannons Don't Thunder, There's Nothing To Plunder, I'm An Over Forty Victim Of Fate.

Lights Are Glowing In The Palm Trees.

Wrinkles Will Only Go Where The Smiles Have Been.

It's Not The Tales Of Stephen King That I've Read, I Need Protection From The Things In My Head . . .