One Day I'll Be Standing

It's Midnight Cinderella, But Don't Worry None. Cause I'm Peter The Pumpkin Eater And The Party's Just Begun.

That Smell Of Freshly Cut Grass Makes Me Think Of Friday Night Football In High School. The Smell Of Popcorn And Cigar Smoke Reminds Me Of The Stadium. The Cutting Of The Grass Reminds Me Of The August Practice.

If I Have Any Talent At All It's From God, And My Mom, Who Was On Capitol Records Also.

I Want To Get Within Myself And Write. I Really, Really Want To Write.

When You Sit On Something Trying To Preserve It, You Die And Become Sterile.