I'm Glad That The Bush Years Are

I Wrote The Song For A Dancer For A Friend Of Mine Who Died In A Fire. He Was In The Sauna In A House That Burned Down, So He Had No Idea Anything Was Going On. It Was Very Sad.

Caught Between The Longing For Love, And The Struggle For The Legal Tender, Where The Sirens Sing And The Church Bells Ring, And The Junk Man Pounds His Fender. Where The Veterans Dream Of The Fight, Fast Asleep At The Traffic Light, And The Children Solemnly Wait For The Ice Cream Vendor.

I Started Playing The Trumpet When I Was About Eight.

You Can Take As Much As You Can From The Generation That Has Preceded You, But Then It's Up To You To Make Something New.

I've Been Aware Of The Time Passing By They Say In The End It's The Wink Of An Eye And When The Morning Light Comes Streaming In You'll Get Up And Do It Again