I'm Not Easy To Live

What Are These Voices Outside Love's Open Door, Make Us Throw Off Our Contentment, And Beg For Something More?

O' Beautiful For Spacious Skies But Now Those Skies Are Threatening They're Beating Plowshares Into Swords For This Tired Old Man That We Elected King Armchair Warriors Often Fail And We've Been Poisoned By These Fairy Tales The Lawyers Clean Up All Details Since Daddy Had To Lie But I Know A Place Where We Can Go And Wash Away This Sin We'll Sit And Watch The Clouds Roll By And The Tall Grass Wave In The Wind Just Lay Your Head Back On The Ground And Let Your Hair Spill All Around Me Offer Up Your Best Defence But This Is The End This Is The End Of The Innocence

Fame, At One Time, Was Associated With Accomplishment, But In This Day And Age Fame And Notoriety Have Become Confused.

There Is Not Wrong, There Is No Right, And I Will Sleep Very Well Tonight.

We Live A Protracted Adolescence. At Some Point You Must Leave The Party.