As We Hang Beneath The Heavens, And

My Grandfather Gave Me My First Guitar, An Old Acoustic With Palm Trees And Dancing Girls Painted On It

She Said She Married An Architect, Who Kept Her Warm And Safe And Dry. She Would Like To Say She Loved The Man, But She Didn't Like To Lie.

The People Who Come To Me Are The People Who Are Meant To Come To Me.

Love Is The Promise That Guides Me.

The Meanings Get Lost And The Teachings Get Tossed And You Don't Know What You're Going To Do Next.