I Thought Love Was More

You Can't Plan To Write A Great Song. It Just Happens To You. It Drops In Your Lap. It's The Same Thing With A Woman.

Being Lost Is Worth The Being Found.

While The Sun God Will May Your Day, Sing As A Song In Search Of A Voice That Is Silent, And The One God Will Make For Your Way.

Maybe Tonight, Maybe Tonight By The Fire All Alone You And I. Nothing Around But The Sound Of Heart And Your Sighs.

Pride Is The Chief Cause In The Decline In The Number Of Husbands And Wives.