I Had Gone Full-on Folkie; I'd Had

We Drank A Toast To Innocence, We Drank A Toast To Now. And Tried To Reach Beyond The Emptiness, But Neither One Knew How.

I Hate The Road So Much. I Almost Go Into A Cocoon With My Own People Out There.

Love Like A Phantoms Lights But Hold In The Heart, It Builds Like The Empty Smile Adorning A Statue With Sightless Eyes.

I'm Affected By My Environment. Los Angeles Makes Me Defensive And Wary.

Balance The Cost Of The Soul You Lost With The Dreams You Lightly Sold.