Look Guys, If You're Just

I Forgot To Remember To Forget.

I Knew By Heart All The Dialogue Of James Dean's Films; I Could Watch Rebel Without A Cause A Hundred Times Over.

I Figure All Any Kid Needs Is Hope And The Feeling He Or She Belongs.

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.

Truth Is Like The Sun. You Can Shut It Out For A Time, But It Ain't Goin' Away.