The Rain Falls Upon The Just And

But There Are No Absolutes In Human Misery And Things Can Always Get Worse

Borrowed Time And Borrowed World And Borrowed Eyes With Which To Sorrow It.

Any Time You're Throwin Dirt You're Losin Ground.

This Place Aint The Same. It Never Will Be. Maybe We've All Got A Little Crazy. I Guess If Everbody Went Crazy Together Nobody Would Notice, What Do You Think?

What Man Is Such A Coward He Would Not Rather Fall Once Than Remain Forever Tottering?