The Truth Is Far From You, So

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making The Music I'm Making In My Head, So I'll Have To Do It Myself.

You Had No Faith To Lose And You Know It.

So Happy Just To Be Alive, Underneath The Sky Of Blue, On This New Morning, New Morning, On This New Morning With You.

So, I Don't Know. I Think So. It's All In The Heart, Whatever Keeps You That Way. Keeps You Forever Young. Forever Young Doesn't Necessarily Mean That You Don't Grow Old, But You Just Have Some Contact With What Put You Where You Are. You Know, Keep Some Type Of Contact. Anyway...