I Can Almost Understand Why

I'll Get Back To The Whores And The Horses And The Booze, While There's Time.

I Knew Exactly What I Was Doing: I Was Doing Nothing. Because I Knew There Was Nothing To Do.

I Will Remember The Kisses, Our Lips Raw With Love, And How You Gave Me Everything You Had And How I Offered You What Was Left Of Me.

They Say That Nothing Is Wasted: Either That Or It Al Is

It’s Nice Enough To Make A Man Weep, But I Don’t Weep, Do You?