I Used Her And She

And Just About The Time I Feel Like Screaming And Finding Me A Wall To Punch Right Through, I Look Up And I Just Can't Help Smiling, It's You.

Dreams Die Hard And We Watch Them Erode, But We Cannot Be Denied The Fire Inside.

To A Brighter Light, To A Promised Land, You Can Feel The Power, Of The Master's Hand.

It Took Me A Long Time To Learn How To Write A Good Song.

It's A Rite Of Passage For The Everyman, To A Higher Ground.