There Was A Beautiful Time In The

By The 6th Grade I Stopped Doing Ordinary Things In Front Of People. It Had Been Ordinary To Sing, Kids Are Singing All The Time When They Are Little, But Then Something Happens. It's Not That We Stop Singing. I Still Sang. I Just Made Sure I Was Alone When I Did It. And I Made Sure I Never Did It Accidentally. That Thing We Call 'bursting Into Song.' I Believe This Happens To Most Of Us. We Are Still Singing, But Secretly And All Alone.

If It Is Your Time, Love Will Track You Down Like A Cruise Missile.if You Say "no! I Don't Want It Right Now," That's When You'll Get It For Sure. Love Will Make A Way Out Of No Way. Love Is An Exploding Cigar Which We Willingly Smoke.

Sometimes, I Think The Only Art Left For Us Is Slowly Peeling The Label Off A Beer Bottle While Somebody Tells You About A Dream They Had.

You May Be A Lady But You Are Still The Man!

The Thing I Call ‘my Mind’ Seems To Be Kind Of Like A Landlord That Doesn’t Really Know Its Tenants.