Being In A Floodplain Is

At The Top Of The Cycle You Write Policies For Everybody, No Matter How Bad, And At The Bottom You Cancel Everybody, No Matter How Good. It's A Manic-depressive Cycle.

Ain't Nobody Messin' With You But You

What Do You Want Me To Do, To Watch For You, To See You Through? A Box Of Rain Will Ease The Pain, And Love, Will See You Through.

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World, But The Heart Has Its Beaches, Its Homeland, And Thoughts Of Its Own. Wake Now, Discover That You Are The Song That The Morning Brings, But The Heart Has Its Seasons Its Evenings, And Songs Of Its Own

Outside Major Darkness Where The Circle Is Complete There's No Fear That Lovers Born Will Ever Fail To Meet