You're Not The Only One Who's Made

You Can Speak Your Mind But Not On My Time.

Ain't No Rainbows Shining On Me, Shades Of Gray Are The Colors I See.

They Say There's A Heaven For Those Who Wait, Some Say It's Better I Say It Ain't.

I Consider Myself To Be An Inept Pianist, A Bad Singer, And A Merely Competent Songwriter. What I Do, In My Opinion, Is By No Means Extraordinary.

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'