This Is The Strangest Life

Each Day Is A Drive Through History.

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

The Best Songs Come Unasked For. You Don't Have To Think About Them . . . Summer Is Good For Songs. When It's Real Warm, If You Have A Sense Of Freedom, Not A Lot On Your Mind, And A Feeling There's Plenty Of Time, It Just Seems To Be A Good Climate For Music.

Give Me Songs To Sing And Emerald Dreams To Dream And I'll Give You Love Unfolding.

Actually I Don't Remember Being Born, It Must Have Happened During One Of My Black Outs.