Half Truths Were A Wonderful Way To

Anyone Who's Lived Has Lost Somebody.

It's Hard, Cotton. To Let Yourself Love Something You Know You May Never Have.

It's My Experience That Most Folk Who Ride Trains Could Care Less Where They're Going. For Them It's The Journey Itself And The People They Meet Along The Way. You See, At Every Stop This Train Makes, A Little Bit Of America, A Little Bit Of Your Country, Gets On And Says Hello.

Trapped In A Trap Of Your Own Making.

Time Doesn't Really Heal, It Just Makes You Not To Give A Crap