Well, I Sing By Night, Wander By

Ain't It Hard When You Discover That, He Wasn't Really Where It's At, After He Took From You Everything He Could Steal. How Does It Feel?

I Do Know What My Songs Are About.

Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

I Am Hanging In The Balance Of A Perfect Finished Plan, Like Every Sparrow Falling, Like Every Grain Of Sand.

Yesterday Is Just A Memory.