There Must Be Some Kind Of Way

In My Childhood Everything You Heard, You Could Imagine What It Looked Like. Even Singers That I Would Hear On The Radio, I Couldn't See What They Looked Like, So I Imagined What They Looked Like. What They Were Wearing. What Their Movements Were. Gene Vincent? When I First Pictured Him, He Was A Tall, Lanky Blond-haired Guy.

There Are A Lot Of Places I Like, But I Like New Orleans Better.

You Been Down To The Bottom With A Bad Man, Babe But You're Back Were You Belong

Every Day Is The Same Thing Out The Door Feel Further Away Then Ever Before Some Things In Life, It Gets Too Late To Learn Well, I'm Lost Somewhere I Must Have Made A Few Bad Turns

Disillusioned Words Like Bullets Bark As Human Gods Aim For Their Mark.