What The Head Makes Cloudy The Heart

You're Driving With Your Eyes Closed.

The Eagles Ended On A Rather Abrupt Note, Although In Retrospect I Realize Now That It Had Been Ending For Quite Some Time.

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.

We Live A Protracted Adolescence. At Some Point You Must Leave The Party.

If Dirt Were Dollars, I Wouldn't Have To Worry Anymore.