I'm Not Sure What I'm Trying To

Don't Confront Me With My Failures, I Had Not Forgotten Them.

It's Not Like I'm Looking To Describe Something That's Only True Of My Own Circumstances. It's Beyond. It's Way Inside, You Know. It's Reaching Inside To Something That You Have In Common With Many.

We May Lose And We May Win, But We Will Never Be Here Again.

Looking Out At The Road Rushing Under My Wheels. Looking Back At The Years Gone By Like So Many Summer Fields.

The First To Come And The Last To Go, Working For That Minimum Wage.