Your Problem Is That Wanna Better Word

It's Very Tiring Having Other People Tell You How Much They Dig You If You Yourself Don't Dig You.

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.

Can't Keep Track Of It No More, Son's Becoming Husbands To Their Mothers, And Old Men Turning Your Daughters Into Whores.

Who Am I Helping, What Am I Breaking, What Am I Giving, What Am I Taking?

Why Wait Any Longer For The One You Love When He’s Standing In Front Of You