When I Grew Up, There Were No

Life Happens, And I Write About It Wherever I Am.

It's So Hard To Listen To These Trains Outside My Window, Here It Comes Again. And It's Calling Me, Begging Me, Follow Me Down The Track. And It Moans So Dark And Low, Baby Ain't Comin' Back... It Sounds Like Crying, It Sounds Like Letting Go. Breathing And Lying, Sinking And Dying Slow. And I Watch From My Window, Touching The Cold Glass Sky. As The Train Rolls Down The Track, I Say Goodbye.

I Have A Very Strong Opinions About Health And Our Responsibility To Our Own Health, And I Will Always Say What I Feel.

I Think Patsy Cline Made Country Music Classy. She Just Opens Her Mouth, And It's Just Heavenly.

To Deserve This Fate What Have I Ever Done?... All I Want Is Just A Little Piece Of Mind But The Angels Won't Have It.