I Write Songs And I Sing Them

I Knew A Girl, Her Name Was Truth. She Was A Terrible Liar.

I Refuse To Age Disgracefully In Rock 'n' Roll.

Music Is The Last True Voice Of The Human Spirit. It Can Go Beyond Language, Beyond Age, And Beyond Color Straight To The Mind And Heart Of All People.

The World Awakens On The Run And Will Soon Be Earning With Hopes Of Better Days To Come It's A Morning Yearning.

The Woman In You Is The Worry In Me.