Dreams They Come And Go, But Thoughts

A Wasted Youth Is Better By Far Than A Wise And Productive Old Age.

It Was Always Summer And The Future Called We Were Ready For Adventure And We Wanted Them All And There Was So Much Left To Dream And So Much Time To Make It Real

Some Days I Pray To The God Of Sex And Drums And Rock And Roll.

Dreams They Come And Go, But Thoughts Like Love Will Always Grow.

Who Am I, Why Am I Here? Forget The Question, Someone Give Me Another Beer.