Coffee In The Morning, Cocaine Afternoons.

Hunger In The Midnight, Hunger At The Stroke Of Noon Hunger In The Banquet, Hunger In The Bride And Groom Hunger On The Tv, Hunger On The Printed Page And There's A God-sized Hunger Underneath The Questions Of The Age

I Wrote The Song For A Dancer For A Friend Of Mine Who Died In A Fire. He Was In The Sauna In A House That Burned Down, So He Had No Idea Anything Was Going On. It Was Very Sad.

In The End, They Traded Their Tired Wings For The Resignation That Living Brings. And Exchanged Love's Bright And Fragile Glow For The Glitter And The Rouge, And In The Moment They Were Swept Before The Deluge.

Eleven On A Scale Of Ten, Honey, Let Me Introduce You To My Redneck Friend.

I've Written Many Extra Verses To Songs That I Learned To Sing - An Extra Verse About A Friend, Or Just Add Some Verse - And That Led To Writing My Own Songs.