Your Problem Is That Wanna Better Word

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down.. Before You Can Call Him A Man.

God, I'm Glad I'm Not Me.

Back Seat Drivers Don’t Know The Feel Of The Wheel But They Sho’ Know How To Make A Fuss" Bob Dylan/bonnie Raitt, “let’s Keep It Between Us,” 1982

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

The Walls Of Pride Are High And Wide, Can't See Over To The Other Side.