She Smiles At Her Reflection

My Son Writes Songs And Plays. He Sings Like An Angel.

I'll Protect Myself By Making Up All This Crazy Stuff. It'll Be Like A Little Shell. Like An Easter Egg Shell That's All Decorated.

When I'm All Alone, Nobody Else Can Say Goodbye.

You're Just Playing, Playing, Playing, And Then An Image Or Something Will Come Into Your Mind, And Basically You're Just Narrating It With Music, Letting It Move Along.

I Hope I'm Better Today Than I Was Yesterday. I Don't Believe In Glory Days Or Anything Like That, So I Think The Best Is Tomorrow Or Later This Afternoon!