No End To Sorrow, Caused By The

I Have To Thank My Mother For Paying For The Piano Lessons For All Those Years.

I Could Walk Away From Anyone I Ever Knew, But I Can't Walk Away From You.

Well I Never Had A Place That I Could Call My Very Own/that's All Right, My Love, 'cause You're My Home.

And You Know That When The Truth Is Told That You Can Get What You Want Or You Can Just Get Old.

We Drown Our Doubts In Dry Champagne And Soothe Our Souls With Fine Cocaine. I Don't Know Why I Even Care, We Get So High And Get Nowhere.