My Big Fear Was That My Guitar

Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where The Time And The Tempo Fly And There's No Exit In Any Direction 'cept The One That You Can't See With Your Eyes

I Hurt Easy, I Just Don't Show It. You Can Hurt Someone And Not Even Know It.

The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk. Too Much Paper Work.

Situations Have Ended Sad, Relationships Have All Been Bad.

So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.