The Only Reality Is In

I'll Only Live 'til I Die

If God's Got A Favorite Songwriter, I Think It's John Prine.

Well I Work Up Sunday Morning, With No Way To Hold My Head That Didn't Hurt, And The Beer I Had For Breakfast Wasn't Bad, So I Had One More For Dessert. Then I Fumbled Through My Closet For My Clothes, And Found My Cleanest Dirty Shirt. An' I Shaved My Face And Combed My Hair, An' Stumbled Down The Stairs To Meet The Day.

I'd Trade All My Tomorrows For One Single Yesterday.

There Are Points In Your Life, Especially If You Have Creative Ambitions, Where Selfishness Is Necessary.