And I'll Stand On The Ocean Until

If I Had Wings, No One Would Ask Me: Should I Fly?

I Really Didn't Consider Myself Happy Or Unhappy.

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.

I Say There're No Depressed Words Just Depressed Minds.

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.