...if You Get Confused, Just Listen To

Every Song Falls Short Of The Glory Of What A Song Could Be. That's Why The Urge Is There To Start Again And Yet Again. Often It's The Fault Of Rhyme. I've Discovered A Hundred Times That There Just Aren't Enough Rhymes To Say What I Wanted To Say, So I Said Something Else Instead. Sometimes It Was A Better Thing, But The Thing I Meant To Say Went Unsaid. So There's An Opening For Another Song.

I Won't Slave For Beggar's Pay, Likewise Gold And Jewels, But I Would Slave To Learn The Way, To Sink Your Ship Of Fools.

Ain't No Time To Hate, Barely Time To Wait

Everything You Gather Is Just One That You Can Lose.

The Storyteller Makes No Choice, Soon You Will Not Hear His Voice, His Job Is To Shed Light, And Not To Master