Too Busy Thinking About My

What About This Overcrowded Land/how Much More Abuse From Man Can She Stand?

I Hope To Refine Music, Study It, Try To Find Some Area That I Can Unlock. I Don't Quite Know How To Explain It But It's There. These Can't Be The Only Notes In The World, There's Got To Be Other Notes Some Place, In Some Dimension, Between The Cracks On The Piano Keys.

I Want To Stop And Thank You Baby, How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You.

Natural Fact Is, I Can't Pay My Taxes. Make Me Wanna Holler And Throw Up On My Hands.

Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing.