For You Girl, There Is Not Enough

For Every Moment Of Joy Every Hour Of Fear For Every Winding Road That Brought Me Here For Every Breath, For Every Day Of Living This Is My Thanksgiving

In The Old Days, Words Like Sin And Satan Had A Moral Certitude. Today, They're Replaced With Self-help Jargon, Words Like Dysfunction And Antisocial Behavior, Discouraging Any Responsibility For One's Actions.

Remember How You Made Me Crazy, Remember How I Made You Scream.

I Think My First Instrument Was A Ukulele That They Gave Me. I Used To Know How To Play That Pretty Well.

Arm Chair Warriors Often Fail.