Although From You I Far

Love Was Like A Steamroller. There Was No Avoiding It; It Went Over You And You Came Out Flat.

Sooner Or Later, I Hate To Break It To You, You're Gonna Die, So How Do You Fill In The Space Between Here And There? It's Yours. Seize Your Space.

Because I Am A Mother, I Am Capable Of Being Shocked: As I Never Was When I Was Not One.

People Dressed In A Certain Kind Of Clothing Are Never Wrong. Also They Never Fart.

Time Has Not Stood Still. It Has Washed Over Me, Washed Me Away, As If I'm Nothing More Than A Woman Of Sand, Left By A Careless Child Too Near The Water.