I Practice A Faith That's Been Long

You Just Don't Wake Up One Day And Decide That You Need To Write Songs.

Sailin' 'round The World In A Dirty Gondola Oh, To Be Back In The Land Of Coca-cola!

The Pump Don't Work Cause The Vandals Took The Handle

She Can Play My Guitar Note For Note, She Likes To Stick Her Tongue Down My Throat.

There Are Those Who Worship Loneliness, I'm Not One Of Them In This Age Of Fiberglass I'm Searching For A Gem The Crystal Ball Up On The Wall Hasn't Shown Me Nothing Yet I've Paid The Price Of Solitude, But At Last I'm Out Of Debt