I'm Always Jotting Things Down

How Can Love Survive In Such A Graceless Age? The Trust And Self Assurance That Lead To Happiness, They're The Very Things We Kill.

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More? I'm Learning To Live Without You Now But I Miss You Sometimes The More I Know, The Less I Understand All The Things I Thought I Knew, I'm Learning Again

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.

My Love For You Will Still Be Strong After The Boys Of Summer Have Gone.

Sometimes Songwriters And Singers Forget That. They Get A Melody In Their Head And The Notes Will Take Precedence, So That They Wind Up Forcing A Word Onto A Melody. It Doesn't Ring True.