All I'm Writing Is Just What I

Oh Say, Can You See, It's Really Such A Mess. Every Inch Of Earth Is A Fighting Nest. Giant Pencial And Lipstick Tube Shaped Things, Continue To Rain And Cause Scream And Pain, And The Arctic Stains From Silver Blue To Bloody Red.

Is This Love, Baby, Or Is This Just Confusion?

You're Just Like Crosstown Traffic, So Hard To Get Through To You.

Little Wing Is Like One Of These Beautiful Girls That Come Around Sometimes ... You Play Your Gig; It's The Same Thing As The Olden Days, And These Beautiful Girls Come Around.. You Do Actually Fall In Love With Them Because That's The Only Love You Can Have. It's Not Always The Physical Thing Of "oh, There's One Over There ...", It's Not One Of Those Scenes. They Actually Tell You Something. They Release Different Things Inside Themselves ... "little Wing" Was A Very Sweet Girl That Came Around That Gave Me Her Whole Life And More If I Wanted It.

Anyway, You Know Good And Well It Would Be Beyond The Will Of God, And The Grace Of The King