Don't Try To Describe The

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

I'm Getting Old, Don't Wear Underwear, And I Don't Go To Church.

The Beautiful People In The Magazines, Got The Normal Ones Living Beyond Their Means.

We Got To Roll With The Punches, Play All Of Our Hunches, Make The Best Of Whatever Comes Your Way. Forget That Blind Ambition, Learn To Trust Your Intuition - Plowing Straight Ahead, Come What May.

I Still Believe In Rock And Roll, It Pays My Bills.