Yesterday Is Just A Memory.

I Don't Think There's Enough Guns.

If Ever Asked To Look At Yourself, Don't.

May You Build A Ladder To The Stars And Climb On Every Rung. May You Stay Forever Young.

I Don't Have The Kinds Of Relationships That Are Built On Any Kind Of False Pretense, Not To Say That I Haven't. I've Had Just As Many As Anybody Else, But I Haven't Had Them In A Long Time.

Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground, I Can't Shoot Them Anymore. That Long Black Cloud Is Coming Down.