On The Stone That Remains Carved Next

I Lost My One True Love. I Started Drinking.

There's No Black And White, Left And Right To Me Anymore; There's Only Up And Down And Down Is Very Close To The Ground. And I'm Trying To Go Up Without Thinking About Anything Trivial Such As Politics. They Have Got Nothing To Do With It. I'm Thinking About The General People And When They Get Hurt.

Ring The Bells For The Blind And Deaf.

After A While You Earn That Privacy Is Something You Can Sell, But You Can't Buy It Back.

Sometimes You Get Out From Behind The Wheel And Let Someone Else Step On The Gas.