Your Mind Is A Your Temple, Keep

Yes, And Only If My Own True Love Was Waiting If I Could Hear His Heart Softly Pounding Yes, And Only If He Was Lying By Me Would I Lie In My Bed Once Again.

People Are Going To Say, ‘well, It’s Not Very Truthful.’ But A Songwriter Doesn’t Care About What’s Truthful. What He Cares About Is What Should’ve Happened, What Could’ve Happened. That’s Its Own Kind Of Truth. It’s Like People Who Read Shakespeare Plays, But They Never See A Shakespeare Play. I Think They Just Use His Name.

On The Cliffs Of Your Wild Cat Charms I'm Riding.

I Don't Have The Kinds Of Relationships That Are Built On Any Kind Of False Pretense, Not To Say That I Haven't. I've Had Just As Many As Anybody Else, But I Haven't Had Them In A Long Time.

Sailin' 'round The World In A Dirty Gondola Oh, To Be Back In The Land Of Coca-cola!