What The Head Makes Cloudy The Heart

So Much Time Weeping And Wailing And Shaking Our Fists, Creating Enemies That Really Don't Exist.

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door, Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More?

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

There Is Not Wrong, There Is No Right, And I Will Sleep Very Well Tonight.

I've Been Trying To Get Down To The Heart Of The Matter But My Will Gets Weak And My Thoughts Seem To Scatter But I Think It's About Forgiveness... Forgiveness, Even If You Don't Love Me Anymore.