Right Around The End Of The Fifties,

I Let Her Do Some Of My Laundry And She Slipped In A Few Meals In Between, And Next Thing I Remember, She Was All Moved In.

Make It On Your Own If You Think You Can.if You See Somewhere To Go, I Understand.

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.

Self-discovery In Songwriting, Bringing Something Forth That's Instructive To Yourself - Some Of The Best Songs That You Will Ever Write Are The Ones Where You Didn't Have To Think About Any Of That Stuff, But Nonetheless That's What's Happening In The Song.

Into A Dancer You Have Grown From The Seeds Somebody Else Has Sown.