Paul Simon Started Piling Up A Lot

My Name Had Gone Stale, And No Matter How Progressive I Got, It Was My Time To Die.

I Was Young For My Age. Not As Naïve As They Expected. I Don't Know Why I Seem To Bring That Out In People.

There'll Be Icicles And Birthday Clothes And Sometimes There'll Be Sorrow

Some Turn To Jesus And Some Turn To Heroin.

They Paved Paradise And Put Up A Parkin Lot With A Pink Hotel, A Boutique, And A Swingin' Hot Spot Don't It Always Seem To Go That You Don't Know What You Got Till It's Gone