These Days I Seem To

You Measure Peace With Guns, Progress In Megatons. Who's Left When The War Is Won?

I Told My Father I Wanted To Play The Banjo, And So He Saved The Money And Got Ready To Give Me A Banjo For My Next Birthday, And Between That Time And My Birthday, I Lost Interest In The Banjo And Was Playing Guitar.

Talk About Celestial Bodies.

Forget What Life Used To Be, You Are What You Choose To Be. It's Whatever It Is You See That Life Will Become.

I Want To Know What Became Of The Changes We Waited For Love To Bring/were They Only The Fitful Dreams Of Some Greater Awakening?