With All Respects To Heaven, I Like

She's Always Thought That One Of The Beauties Of New York Is That You Can Be From Anywhere And Within Moments Of Landing Its Yours.

Some People Think Love Is The End Of The Road, And If You're Lucky Enough To Find It, You Stay There. Other People Say It Just Becomes A Cliff You Drive Off, But Most People Who've Been Around Awhile Know It's Just A Thing That Changes Day By Day, And Depending On How Much You Fight For It, You Get It, Or You Hold On To It, Or You Lose It, But Sometimes It's Never Even There In The First Place.

He Might Have Been Naive, But He Didn't Care; He Said He's Rather Die With His Heart On His Sleeve Than End Up Another Cynic.

She Takes Another Long Haul, Lets The Smoke Settle In Her Lungs-- She Has Heard Somewhere That Cigarettes Are Good For Grief. One Long Drag And You Forget How To Cry. The Body Too Busy Dealing With The Poison.

The Point Of Flight. To Get Rid Of Oneself. That Was Reason Enough To Fly.